Running With the Boys

We were kind of feral, wicked, little machines Captains and cavalries, forming empires in the shade of the trees Without hesitation, kings of the forest town Holding the ocean down We were half this heavy and twice this loud So turn up the noise Dress to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times Was what you made it We had our friends around All the images and sounds Superimposed into all the backgrounds Use to be clumsy Lost in a thousands ways Captivated by a craze Those were hands down my favorite days So turn up the noise Dress to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Suspicion wasn't in our heads It was only underneath the beds, beds Saline eyes didn't have to hide They were always open way too wide, way too wide So turn up the noise Dress to the nines Running with the boys Your hand in mine Singing every song, loving every line 'Til the night is gone Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times Just like the old times (just like the old times, we're gonna have it all) Just like the old times (just like the old times, we're gonna have it all) Just like the old times