Where we go we don't know We were young We were dumb We would do it all again We will never sleep We will stay up with our friends These memories will fade But we'll do it again We will haunt our youth searching for a happy end

I just wanted to hold Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations Hold you in my arms You in my arms The ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

Drink one for me, for all the old times We tore up that town, raised hell alright Tell the boys, thanks for having my back Some of the best memories I've ever had So go on and get crazy And drink one for me And times like this You don't know how bad, I

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

Yeah, were kings and queens Cruising South Jackson Street Riding up and down that all night merry go round Just more of the same old same Making memories with time to waste And it ran out we took One last lap around this town Hey it was bumper to bumper

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

In the cab of my truck Gonna make a million memories For every hundred thousand miles Learnin' everything I'll ever need to know about life and love Cracked windshield that I super-glued Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew Fix-a-flat,

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

I want to roll away the stone Teach me Lord that righteous way Early one morning here as I look at across a worn out plain Dust bowl memories you can hear me shout See that gate down yonder road, which one will I follow? I lose my shackles here Tell me

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all