Far too old to be back Where the memories have grown Creeping out of their beds Jumping fences, crossing roads I find myself in my second childhood Wondering if it shows But there's a boy in the yard He shouts there's places we can go Make me (Make me) Alright (Alright) Take me (Take me) Home tonight I am the tourist and he Watches me watch everything I don't remember the way Back to where old hurt is king There is only the fun of new and Night and sweet and free Thank God I didn't miss out On the point of our living Make me (Make me) Alright (Alright) Take me (Take me) Home tonight