High Score (feat. Megan McDuffee)

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