| Young blood |
| Running high and low |
| Young blood |
| Wild ego |
| Beg to live dreams others made |
| You never really know why |
| €œRing a ring o roses†in the head |
| Have to say goodbye |
| Get a new love from far away |
| May be taken for a ride |
| Wounds are so easy to turn grey |
| When the future’s open wide |
| Shaking with laughter, crying sometimes |
| Hard to find a way |
| In Nowheresville there ain’t no signs |
| So it’s time to get away |
| I guess There’s a place where the sidewalk ends |
| Under fairer skies |
| Leave the town to find new friends |
| And walk a thousand miles |
| Young blood |
| Running high and low |
| Young blood |
| Wild ego |
| Young blood |
| Young heart |
| Falls in love |
| From time to time |
| Everybody wants a new life |
| And prays for better days |
| But only youth can hold the knife |
| That will light it up with blaze |
| Take a look at the years that stay |
| And the promise in our hand |
| Who will be the ones to say |
| €œWe have done what we plannedâ€? |
| It’s a good old fashioned story that is told, in and out of time |
| Mistakes don’t look the same for those who made them, no it’s not a crime |