Boy genius with the big sad eyes

All of the mamas want to take you home

Get what you can, do what you must, be what you have to be

And take that weary highway out alone.



Boy genius, don't you realize

All of the charming yesterdays are gone

And all of the dreams you ever shared came down at last to one,

And that one just told you she was moving on.



     Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table

     But sevens and elevens never showed

     You'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able

     To make the toss, and take the loss,

     Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.



Boy genius, when the seagull flies

He never flies too very far from land

So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try

Fly back to my waiting outstretched hand



     Well you shook up your tomorrows and threw 'em on the table

     But sevens and elevens never showed.

     And you'll keep right on gambling just as long as you are able

     To make the toss, and take the loss,

     Just waiting for tomorrow to explode.



Boy genius, when a seagull flies

He never flies too very far from land

So go where you wish, take any risk, try all there is to try

Fly back to my waiting, outstretched hand.



I'll be holding out my hand

Fly back to me, honey, if you can







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar