Composer : Brody Dean Low/Natale William Castelli/Benjamin George Kyriazis/Charles Medeiros

Packed up my bags time to move on

All we want is to grow old

Everyday it’s just the the same song

Cause this life is all we ever known

Drinking all night and all day

Driving 90 on the highway

Through the chances that we take

And all the mistakes that we’ve made

I shine brighter when I’m holding you

You light my night up with the way that you move

And I fly higher when I wake up next to you

These are the days, the days of our Youth

The world is ours now that we’re grown

But all we want is someone to hold

Living off the memories of being young

Cause every day we just grow old

Took our baggage to LA

Driving 90 on the highway

Take a chance it will be ok

Cause I will guide you the whole way

I shine brighter when I’m holding you

You light my night up with the way that you move

And I fly higher when I wake up next to you

These are the days, the days of our Youth

And I fly higher when I wake up next to you

These are the days, the days of our Youth