Lyrics:

Bold, bright, in the lights
Flashes by, caught your eye
Saved you a spot in line
Anxiously waiting outside
Oh, man, that’s my jam
Two-dollar cover, get your hand stamped
Through the doors, hit the floor
Dance, dance, party

Radio, radio
Makes you lonely

Broken records spinning
Looking for a new routine
Get in where you fit in, 20-somethings magazine
Drift away on dreams for few
Cut your teeth on the moon
You’re coming down soon

Hi, full of surprise
Like I just left Watkins Memorial High
Spare change, enough to survive
On a full-time gig, loving life
When that gets old, we’ll soon follow
Still stuck inside the club
Toy guns in strip mall pubs
Wishing we were more adventurous


Big city, baby, thirty is twenty
Move to the beat like you’re in a hurry
Mid-life crisis happens early
Everything that you want to know

A little rebellion’s better than settling
Sex, drugs, or self-control
Act like you belong
People to meet, places to go
All together, harmonious arrangement
Everybody gets lost in the mix
Navigating through the crowd
Looking for an audience