Half and hour you change your strings and tune up   Sizing the room up   Checking the bar   Local girls unspoken conversations   Misinformation   Plays the guitar      They say jonah was swallowed by a whale   But I say there's no truth to that tale   I know jonah   Was swallowed by a song      No one lets their dreams be taken lightly   They hold them tightly   Warm against cold   One more year of traveling 'round this ciruit   Then you can work it into gold      Here's to all the boys who came along   Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases   All night long   Do you wonder where those boys have gone?    Do you wonder where those boys have gone?