I'd rather leave it all on the stage

Than sit here for another day

I'd rather regret the jumps I've made

Feet are planted in the grave

I'd rather be

Making memories

Than reminiscing of the past, you see

Rather, rather, rather, rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather, rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather, rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

I'd rather leave a used up body

Than a body that was never used

Playing it a little bit sloppy

I've always been scarred and bruised

I'd rather be

Making memories

Than reminiscing of the past, you see

Rather, rather, rather, rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather, rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather, rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone

Be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone

Be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone

Be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone

I'd rather be

Making memories

Than reminiscing of the past, you see

I'd rather be

Making memories

Than reminiscing on the past, you see

Rather, rather, rather, rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather, rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Rather be standing on the grass, on the grass

Rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Rather be standing on the grass

Rather be standing on the grass than lying under it

Rather be standing on the grass

Rather be standing on the grass than lying under it