They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

Young and wild like they said we should've never been And still a child filling those nights with grown up sin I burned up some cars, burned down some hearts Just to call myself a man I might not do it the same but I'd do it all again Just stay young and

(Baby, hold on) Keep holding on Hold on to me Hey, it might never be the same We might never live those days gone by Let's start this over If you still see what I see But we can try