Lyrics

For the times, here’s a song
To the ones who have gone
We will carry on

Johnny came from the wrong side of town
A broken home, kicked around
Running with the boys on Saturday night
Everything was all right

I want to go where things are all gold
To the place where we will never have to get old

I don’t want to wake up from the dream
Living in a teenage fantasy
Take me where the highways never end
Cause rock and roll’s for the rebels again

They drove up from the south side for a fight
Five on two, an easy night
Well Johnny pulled his knife and one went down
Then he caught a train right out of town
I want to go where things are all gold
To the place where we will never have to get old

I don’t want to wake up from the dream
Living in a teenage fantasy
Take me where the highways never end
Cause rock and roll’s for the rebels again