The Night Is Young

Friday night.
No plans.
One call.
Here we go.
Phone lights up, it's half-past ten.
Same old crew, we're out again.
Black shirt on, the city glows.
Where we end up, nobody knows.
Long week gone, leave it behind.
No more worries on my mind.
Bass is pumping through the street.
Feel that rhythm. Feel that beat.
And we don't know where we're going, but the night keeps pulling us in.
No more talking, no more thinking.
Let the night begin.
The night is young. We don't go home.
Turn it up.
Lose control. The night is young.
We're on our own.
Feel that bass.
We don't go home.
We don't go home.
All night long.
All night long.
We don't go home. Don't go, don't, don't.
We don't go home. Don't go, don't, don't.
The night is young. Don't go, don't, don't.
The night is young.
Young, young, young. Her eyes meet mine across the room.
Red lights dancing through the gloom.
She moves closer, says my name.
Nothing's ever gonna be the same.
No tomorrow, no regrets.
One of those nights we won't forget.
Hands up high, the floor shakes slow.
There's nowhere else we need to go.
And we don't know where we're going, but the night keeps pulling us in.
No more talking, no more thinking.
Let the night begin.
The night is young. We don't go home.
Turn it up.
Lose control. The night is young.
We're on our own.
Feel that bass.
We don't go home.
Don't go.
Don't go.
We don't go home. It's three AM.
The lights are low.
One more drink.
One more song.
You know how it goes. The night is young.
We don't go home.
Turn it up.
Lose control. The night is young.
We're on our own.
Feel that bass.
We don't go home.
The night is young. We don't go
home. The night is young. We don't go home.
The night is young.
We don't go home.