You don't have to quiet down for me boy Let it out, let them see boy You got a smile, and she likes how you wear it Oak hands and maple eyes Last Night I saw you play You were crying in place You turn the streets blue Quit staring at yourself like that You hide from your skin What's the point in that You got a smile, and she likes how you wear it Oak hands and maple eyes Last night I saw you play You were crying in place A sun bleached hat Tends to leave his body at home Oh you Oh you Quit floating and take some bike wheels to summer pavement Oh you're rearranging Hearing new arrangements Your hands are filled with poems boy They make me cry I saw you play Crying in place