We could find a porch to hold us where we could all scream children's drink *** that kills us. Until we all remember who it was when we were younger before the world took our pride, we were walking in straight lines trying to find who's good to drive. And I've had so many evenings the way I felt I can't recall, was I jumping from the rafters when my buddies broke my fall. By the end of the night, will we be flying or crying? Talk about the times, living towards dying. So don't stop running, boy, don't be naive. Cause this world will break and burn you worse than hearts like ours believe. Don't stop dancing, girl, till it feels right. We'll be flying or crying by the end of the night. You always snuck up in my front seat with some reasons of your own. Trying to get a planes man drunken all alone. But don't you go falling for and don't you go believing a boy with calloused hands. Well, they might set on leaving. So don't stop running, boy, don't be naive. Cause this world will break and burn you worse than hearts like ours believe. Don't stop dancing, girl, till it feels right. We'll be flying or crying by the end of the night. All the moments that we've been through, all the memories we've made. I don't think I'd be willing to come down here and say some heathens from the flatlands who only bitch and moan. But if I'm going down, at least I'm not going down alone. Don't stop running, boy, don't be naive. Cause this world will break and burn you worse than hearts like ours believe. Don't stop dancing, girl, till it feels right. We'll be flying or crying by the end of the night.