The old man talkin' 'bout things, back in the day when he was our ageShe was more than a pretty face, one night they ran awayMaybe we could be like that, outta here in nothing flatNo mirrors for looking back, no room for somedayWe can play it safe or we can play it loudNot afraid to stand out in the crowdThese are the days we've been givenRight now we gotta live 'emWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeWe get the right to mess it upTo lose it all or find loveWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeSome dreams just won't wait, fill the tank (?)Off the clutch and accelerate, baby let's get goneLet's pack our ripple bags like we were James DeanGo and see something we've never seenThese are the days we've been givenRight now we gotta live 'emWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeWe get the right to mess it upTo lose it all or find loveWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeYesterday we were too young to knowTomorrow we'll just be too damn oldThese are the days we've been givenRight now we gotta live 'emWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeWe get the right to mess it upTo lose it all or find loveWhoa oh whoa, this is our timeWe get the right to mess it upTo lose it all or find loveWhoa oh whoa, this is our time
