Verse 1

Old lockers rusting in the hallway light

We’re tracing shadows of the Friday night

Notebook margins filled with dreams we drew

Back when the world felt wide and brand new

Pre-Chorus

Those heavy backpacks and the morning bell

The secrets that we only used to tell

Running through the parking lot so fast

Trying to make the final moments last

Chorus

Oh, we were golden, we were wild and free

Chasing the ghosts of who we used to be

Turn up the radio, let the windows fly

Under the color of a neon sky

It’s a anthem for the days we left behind

The best kind of trouble that we’ll ever find!