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 locketsSometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely placesYou 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 provedOne 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 bendSometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely placesLate hours in the Spanish clubs
With your arms around the one you love
Find the beat slow and sweet
Neon glow and dance floor heatWalk by that river in the dark midnight
With that water reflecting in your eyes
Wild currents pulling you away
Standing still I have to staySometimes, I see their faces in the most unlikely places
Songwriters
LAURA CANTRELLPublished by
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