Porch light's on, your parents aren't home
Beer in band, car in the driveway
Whoa, I'm on top of the world
Whoa, I'm on top of the world
Cemetery gates, midnight hour
Youth in my chest, dirt on your dress
Whoa, show me something I can't do
Whoa, show me something I can't do
Sun coming up, I've done wrong
My mind a mess, but I love you no less
Whoa, don't let go of my hand
Whoa, don't let go of my hand
Whoa, don't let go of my hand
Whoa, don't let go of my hand
Midwestern street, empty as sin
I dreamt of you driving down the highway
Whoa, this town won't bend until we break
Whoa, this town won't bend until we break