Leave me to rot here where I stand, like dust kicked by the wind.
Throat soar and all dried up, line drawn in the sand.
The days are long and cold, to which I'm not a stranger.
Playing dirty songs with a little sense of danger,
Like our young weary hearts are confined to the sea.

And generally we find the force in gravity to fail us.
Everything we knew will fall right through, only to exist within us.
A song to mend your broken spirit. You aint dead, I know you hear it.
I will be damned if I get slammed behind the bars of silence.
An empty plate is replaced with the drugs that you take, and the drinks that you drink making up for the pain.
I know in these days it's a struggle to wake.
We are the breath of a generation behind the basement door.
Born a whole day late, and a dollar short.
We could light up the boardwalk with the dreams that we've dreamt.
But we were sneaking out windows as the city slept.

Thrown up against the wall when everything seems okay. But things haven't changed yet.
From fist pumping Virginia, to breathin' easy New Orleans,
Slam-dancing California, to the city that never sleeps.
Let it rain over this battle, as we weather out the storm.
Let the music be your shelter, to keep you safe, keep you warm.
We'll be more than what they said that we were cut out for, got the world in the palms of our hands.
Fight this war, throw some blood on the floor, shake the streets wherever we dance.
Sing it out loud as the rain comes down with our hearts beating in our chests.
So go ahead, just nod out, and dream.

Back on the shores where we were born, we'll turn our backs to the sun.
Like we were young and drunk again, we'll laugh so hard pissing in the wind.
Hearts swimming in sweet adrenaline, like an iron horse swimming through your veins.
Those born instincts flowing upstream.
Face down in the dirt, it's a burden, a curse. Living life to the full, we just wanna be heard.
So hear me.
For the sake of my lungs, for every chord that is strum, please let my restless soul be at ease.

Thrown up against the wall when everything seems okay. But things haven't changed yet.
From fist pumping Virginia, to breathin' easy New Orleans,
Slam-dancing California, to the city that never sleeps.
Let it rain over this battle, as we weather out the storm.
Let the music be your shelter, to keep you safe, keep you warm.
We'll be more than what they said that we were cut out for, got the world in the palms of our hands.
Fight this war, throw some blood on the floor, shake the streets wherever we dance.
Sing it out loud as the rain comes down with our hearts beating in our chests.
So go ahead, just nod out, and dream.

The weight of the world is not on our shoulders, we are the weight on the shoulders of the world.
We'll be okay.