Sing a song to feeling youngnSing a song to where we'll runnIn our youth every song sounded rightnHey! Let's burn out like cassette tapesnLet's hear it for the songs that we'll never singnLet's hear it for the sights that we'll never seenThe men we'll never be never sleep for they can't dreamnOur dreams are harder to remember, and our hopes were hung from all the highest treesnI'm confessing missing friends that will never miss me.nAnd we thought that in these four walls we'd find youth and set it freenBut all along it was safe in the hands of you and menWe'll find a way without a star to guide us homenbecause the city sky's ashamed that we could lose what we once owned.