We used to fly down 4th Street Bridge.
Get high as a kite on Whiskey Ridge.
In the bend in our lives, our lives were changing.
We drive out past the railroad tracks
And scream out loud, "We're never going back!"
Merely wasting time in those dead end Westbin nights.
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We were misfits wishing there was someplace to be.
Eighty miles an hour down those empty streets.
Burning our youth at both ends in the dark.
We didn't get far wishing on burnt out stars.
We'd get drunk every Saturday night
And then go out looking for a fight.
Lord knows we weren't angry but man we were crazy.
It got rough down on Sante Fe
Where wanna be gangsters and players played.
It was us against them. Both sides not willing to bend.
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I would stand on the edge of town
And say someday, "I'm gonna get out."
Now that seems so long ago.
We were misfits wishing there was someplace to be.
Eighty miles an hour down those empty streets.
Burning our youth at both ends in the dark.
We were rebels reveling in being bad.
The night ahead was all we had.
We were running, gunning for something. Chasing sparks...
We didn't get far wishing on burnt out stars.
Making wishes on burnt out stars.
Making wishes on burnt out stars.
