The Boys and Girls Songtext
von Her Space Holiday

I start each day off the same
Stretching out my panda arms
Reaching for a guitar to play
But now my best friend′s at my feet
I can tell by the tiny cries
It's time for us to eat
We shuffle to that old wood stove
I put on a pot of tea
And fill up both our bowls
Since we have no place to go
We bow our sleepy heads
Clap along to the radio
It goes tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la
I left my heart down by the shore
I don′t care if she gives it or not
It's not mine anymore
It's a broken seashell
From our time away
Where we fibbed that we were married


In hopes to get a better rate
And as we laid there at night
I had to remind myself
She was not really my wife
But I got to finally hear her sing
Half of me broke down and cried
Other half fell right to sleep
She went tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la
My brother lives on 14th and Church
His hands hold so much joy
His heart is filled with so much hurt
He falls in love with everyone that he meets
I guess that′s what it is
That makes him just like me
Through the years we′ve both seen our
Fair share of change
We've had some victories
Mostly we just made mistakes
He′s got a piano tune he made
Even though he wrote it as a child
It's still a hit today
It goes tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la
I′ve got a little house up north
It's not the biggest home
But I paid what it′s worth
Right now it's just a place to keep my books
And since I hardly read
I guess it's just there for looks
One day three schedules will align
Finally the boys and girls
Will be in the same damn place
At the same damn time
With our voices, hearts, and strings
We′ll fill those tiny rooms
With so much love we′ll just have to sing
Tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la