Run away, in parking lots we'll unite, there's time to waste, we've got the rest of our lives. I'm told that I'm suppose to live somebody else's dream that isn't mine. We'll make our place, down interstates in the night, and the better days are right in front of our eyes. You left us with the thought of death, than taught me everything would be fine. We're gonna' be fine. Raise our voices, we will become our own change. For better or for worse, this is the family we'll create. We'll build our homes together and no one will ever take them away. We'll make our name, in parking lots we'll survive, and the better days are born right in front of our eyes. Sometimes it takes going through hell to make you feel alive. We're gonna' be fine.