Khaki & Corduroy

Khaki & corduroy, leather jackets on the boys
 Denim with a worn out place on the pocket
 Open faces with knowing looks
 Your heavy satchel full of books
 Smiles tucked away in mamas lockets
 Sometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely places
 You play it straight most of the time
 But you're looking for the perfect crime
 Find your mark and make your move
 Nothing harmed and nothing proved
 One night spent on that cold tile floor
 Then you creep home guilty like before
 Learning how to break or bend
 Broken now but sure to bend
 Sometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely places
 Late hours in the Spanish clubs
 With your arms around the one you love
 Find the beat slow and sweet
 Neon glow and dance floor heat
 Walk by that river in the dark midnight
 With that water reflecting in your eyes
 Wild currents pulling you away
 Standing still I have to stay
 Sometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely places