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