you want to save the world be a hero you're my best friend dressed in combat boots 'Marines' on your back, on the way to pt
riding in your old Chevelle, on the way to take me home blasting our music and singing at the top of our lungs the wind blowing in and out of the car because driving with the windows down makes you feel free
you make me feel free when we walk from class to class talking about things that don't matter but i couldn't talk about those things with anyone else
anyone else would look at us and say we have the deepest fears but with you in charge with you by our side there's absolutely nothing to worry about