Bohemians

There was a man who always played the fool Until one day it all slipped away in front of a TV screen Seems that too many choices ain't good for you A damn disgrace Is a bitter taste There's no in between He don't follow the path he's given Or color inside the lines He don't have to ask permission when Bohemians all come out in the night Well the high school sweethearts living four doors down The class of '97, she was proud to take his name Days have turned into vacant months and years The love did fade Like ink on a page Now ain't that a shame She don't follow the path she's given Or color inside the lines She don't have to ask permission when Bohemians all come out in the night Remember when we were kids out in the street Never thought much about the ways of the world Or the hardships we would face Don't know what you've got until it's bittersweet Now we're running here And running there And staring into space They don't follow the path they're given Or color inside the lines They don't have to ask permission when Bohemians all come out in the night Bohemians all come out in the night