They say youth is wasted on the young
If only we could go back in time
Oh those days, remember how we laughed
Every night so free, your hand in mine
The blurry lights of the old arcade
Would call us from the roaring storm
When all our cares would seem miles away
And every passing hour we'd dream
Of that high score
Soaking wet, we'd step out from the dark
Hours and hours would fly in total trance
Enraptured, each game a thrilling chase
Every minute feeding our romance
The blurry lights of the old arcade
Would call us from the roaring storm
When all our cares would seem miles away
And every passing hour we'd dream
Of that high score
Things were simple, the future not yet unkind
Never thinking of responsibilities
All I ask is one night of your company
Please just take my hand to relive it with me
The blurry lights of the old arcade
Would call us from the roaring storm
When all our cares would seem miles away
And every passing hour we'd dream
Of that high score