Khaki and 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