We believed in a promise once
The Boss or When in Rome
All our rebellion found its voice
In punk, rock, or BioDome
And we believed
That we were not alone
We found communion
In words that didn't rhyme
We chased our kindred
As a way to find home
When life interrupted us...
Some of our musical heroes
Gave us versions of songs
That wont make the radio
Some acoustic arrangements
Showing the art of rock
In cello or piano
Life always feels like we're throwing up
Woah, oh oh... Growing Up.
And woah oh, Thunder Road.