i stand in front of you at the electric arcade
that's where i buy blueberries so i can survive the day
in the store it's so bright the isle so wide guaranteed
but all the people are pushing and shoving and i wonder if they're okwith the sun on our backs we will never get cold
with a little light in our eyes it's alright to get old
whatever your story might say and however it's told
let it go let it go let it fade awaythen you ask me to, couldn't we both run away
past the shopping malls the graveyards where the cuts spend their days
but there's no wrong there's not right at least not tonight clemency
sometimes a great notion emotion as we make our escapewith the sun on our backs we will never get cold
with a little light in our eyes it's alright to get old
whatever your story might say and however it's told
we run through the fields and sets in the gold
with the sun on our backs we will never get cold
with a little light in our eyes it's alright to get old
whatever your story might say and however it's told