Arcadian boys with cheap guitars
Who shimmied all night
In French blue bars
And were only ever famous for someone

Arcadian boys in star blue evening
Brilliant for awhile
Like swallows wheeling
And were far too late for the sun

Arcadian boys with tambourines
In Cuban heel boots
And ice blue jeans
With their head down hollow hair
And no regrets

Arcadian boys in pilled up playtime
Never gave a thought
To working daytime
Being far too late for the sun
They were far too late for the sun
And I wonderеd where they arе gone