Combat boots and a scratched up record Signed by the hero of long ago A pair of vans, some torn up blue jeans This is his world, that's what he knows He's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does Gonna grow older but never old Heard his first punk song when he was sixteen 'Minor Threat' I think it was Twenty-four, now he hates his job Used to know why, now it's just because Gonna find a girl who thinks like he does Gonna grow older but never old He's following a different drum For him these are the years of gold Skates a lot, he likes the older wheels Big and green with independent trucks He had a girlfriend, they broke up last week She said his friends were useless fucks In high school the teachers all thought that he was stupid Till he got As when he wanted to in class He's watching out for the football jocks So far they haven't kicked his ass He's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does He's gonna grow older but never old He's following a different drum For him these are the years of gold