Look at them boys chasing all those Catholic girls
Peach fuzz punks trying to give somebody their world
They got their chests puffed out to match their pumped out kicks
And I remember, being young and yours like this
I remember taking your hand before you ever took my name
Saying, "Will you hold me?" and now our boys both say the same
I remember sneaking on top the old train tracks
Sucking down American Spirits
I remember, being young and yours like this
Oh to be young, young and yours
To be wide-eyed and so sure
If I could go back, I wouldn't cause a fuss
Just as long as I could go from young and yours
Back to old and us
Do you remember that bar where I taught your body to dance?
Where all those football boys said this music man has no chance
And then I pulled you close and said don't you know, you need a man from Minneapolis
I remember being young and yours like this
Oh to be young, young and yours
To be wide-eyed and so sure
If I could go back, I wouldn't cause a fuss
Just as long as I could go from young and yours
Back to old and us
Take me back to sweet sixteen
To the punk rock poser and the homecoming queen
Give me those long drives in your daddy's car
And those holy nights with you in my arms
Oh to be young, young and yours
To be wide-eyed and so sure
If I could go back, I wouldn't cause a fuss
Just as long as I could go from young and yours
Oh to be young, young and yours
To be wide-eyed and so sure
If I could go back, I wouldn't cause a fuss
Just as long as I could go from young and yours
Back to old and us