Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lonas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Johnson
Songwriter
Gerald Andrew Prince
Songwriter
Lyrics
Back home they're talking
They say that you're not the same
We just got old and
I'll bet you nothing has changed
Could you imagine what would happen if we knew how it ends?
But, if you could, would you give up to do just do it again?
Pick me up in 10'
Let's waste another day of the weekend
We dongt give a shit
If the Sun comes up in the morning
So, call up all your friends
(Ah-ah-ah)
And we can all pretend
(Ah-ah-ah)
That we're high-school kids
Yeah, we're high-school kids
I see you dreaming
We havengt come very far
Maybe the time is
Bringing me down, after all this
Can you imagine what would happen if we knew how it ends?
Yeah, I know I'm getting older, all my heroes are dead
Pick me up at 10
Let's waste another day of the weekend
We dongt give a shit
If the Sun comes up in the morning
So, call up all your friends
(Ah-ah-ah)
And we can all pretend
(Ah-ah-ah)
That we're high-school kids
Yeah, we're high-school kids
All our friends are skating in the parking lot
Of the mega-church on the side of the 4-41
Smoking cigarettes until the Sun comes up
No, nothing ever changes
No, nothing ever changes
So, call up all your friends
(Ah-ah-ah)
And we can all pretend
(Ah-ah-ah)
That we're high-school kids
Yeah, we're high-school kids
Written by: Gerald Andrew Prince, Louis Johnson