I’m scared that we’ve left, this old city for good

Digital nomads, alone in the woods

I’m scared we’ll get lost, lost inside of our minds

Replying memories, have we left all the good years behind

At 31

We’re not done, Having fun

Late nights till morning comes

We’re old enough to still feel young

Is this a sequel where the magic is already gone

A sophomore attempt when, you’re friends have all had kids and moved on

I sit at the same bar, the cast as it’s always been

Dying, or growing, where does the line end or begin

At 31

We’re not done, Having fun

Late nights till morning comes

We’re old enough to still feel young

We’re old enough

To still feel young

At 21, what were we running from

Were we evening having fun

We were never old enough

At 31

We’re not done, having fun

Late nights till morning comes

We’re old enough to still feel young

At 31 – we’re old enough to still feel young

At 31 – we’re old enough to still feel young