We follow the taillights out of the city 
Moving in a river of red
As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset
We roll for the darkness ahead 
 [bad word] 
We are old, we are young, we are in this together
Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again 

Night-time City Beat the radio is calling
The lost and lonely in vain
Out here we [bad word] for the wide open spaces
The road-smell after the rain 
 [bad word] 
We are old, we are young, we are in this together
Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us again 

And watching as a boy alone at the quayside
The ships loading cargo in the night
Their names all calling to faraway places
The years go past, the miles go by
And still this childhood romance will not die