Well, the night's cold And the sky's golden With a promise of life And I smile with a child's heart As I write home We gotta go, we gotta roll while we are young and beautiful x2 Underneath your polished smiles There's a little more Than meets the eye ... I'm not a man for neon lights But we should get a glimpse before we die We gotta go, we gotta roll while we are young and beautiful x2