Somewhere in Illinois

Fade to black from the brightest light
Never a thought of what we learned about that night
Feverish, a fire in the sky
Never a question of what happens when it dies

Go on, these days are gold
We were so young and out of control

Better now, but is it really so?
Spending our time in places we already know
A memory, a thought passed on
Remember the faces that are now forever gone

Go on, these days are gold
We were so young and out of control
Go on, you need it so
We were so young and out of control