| Never in all of my life |
| Have I seen eyes as empty as these streets of my city |
| On a Saturday night |
| All the green of your eyes says «Go, leave it all behind.» |
| But I don’t need to be reminded |
| A change is gonna come |
| I can feel it on the tip of your tongue |
| And I feel alive, feel alive |
| We met up once, we’d settled the sun |
| Between the heat and the work week |
| The fear is we could use some sleep |
| But sleep to the superfluous man means better use for beds |
| And I’ll bet I’m coming home alone tonight |
| I don’t need to be reminded that this is how it was |
| I moved on, I passed a billboard down my block |
| That asks if I’ve had enough, and aloud I say «I've had too much,» |
| When the truth is, I’m just getting started |
| Now all the barlights are blinking in time |
| To Mexican music, it’s taunting the pavement |
| And I feel alive, I feel alive |
| I feel alive |
| One of us sings and one of us drinks |
| And one of us has nothing at all |
| So he calls us all sheep |
| I’m the Little Bo Peep of the bunch |
| (I take their tales and I’m ready to go) |
| The he swears he’s gotta take this call |
| Man, I get scared he’s gonna leave us too soon |
| We were the get rich quick kids |
| We never got it right |
| So we settled for the center of town |
| Where all the rich white kids is out looking for a fight |
| Got the blonde one staring me down |
| And I really wanna take a swing |
| I can’t help but remember James Dean |
| See we are part of the few who agree |
| That hey, he lived life fast |
| But he died |
| He died, he died |
| Me, I’m gonna live forever. |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| Think I’m gonna live forever |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| You know I’m gonna live forever |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| (Feel alive, feel alive, feel alive) |
| Now all the barlights are blinking in time |
| To Mexican music, it’s taunting the pavement |
| And for the first time in a long time |
| I feel alive |
| Now all the barlights are blinking in time |
| To Mexican music, it’s taunting the pavement |
| And for the first time in a long time |
| I feel alive |