| What happened to the homecoming king? | 
| She thinks about him every September | 
| Woke up from the American Dream | 
| Needing another night to remember | 
| One with magic under the mirror ball | 
| Making memories and love in his car | 
| No, she never wanted to take it slow | 
| Sometimes that’s just how the story goes | 
| Don’t give up when you’re down | 
| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now | 
| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come | 
| And maybe the old days are gone | 
| But the night is young | 
| «What you drinking? | 
| Son have a seat,» | 
| He said to me and ordered another | 
| He woke up from the American Dream | 
| Alone after the war he discovered | 
| All the ticker tape and the glory fades | 
| Life goes on and nothing gold ever stays | 
| No, he never wanted to take it slow | 
| Sometimes that’s just how the story goes | 
| Don’t give up when you’re down | 
| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now | 
| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come | 
| And maybe the old days are gone | 
| But the night is young | 
| Yeah, the night is young | 
| Kings and queens and soldiers age | 
| You can see the writing on their face; | 
| Played the pawn in every game | 
| Quintessential as it seems | 
| When you’re looking back at seventeen | 
| Life is but a dream | 
| (Yeah) | 
| Don’t give up when you’re down | 
| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now | 
| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come | 
| And maybe the old days are gone | 
| Don’t give up when you’re down | 
| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now | 
| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come | 
| And maybe the old days are gone | 
| But the night is young | 
| Yeah the night is young, oh the night is young | 
| Yeah the night is young | 
| (Yeah the night is young) |