At the Arcade Songtext
von Tardis

We met at the arcade on our bikes
We played a while and then went out
On an adventure ′till it was dark
And on the walkie late that night
You said I'm scared of what we might become
I hope we won′t go cold and sad when we grow


'Cause every adult's dull and grey
They are all work and no play
Dead at 30, buried at 70
Now every comic book′s a blast
Every song or movie is like the last
I wonder why it all gets left behind when we grow

I want to grow but not too fast
Yet I don′t want to live in the past
Just want to keep a part of I'm now
So do we get to keep our smiles?
Or do we grow worried and sour?
Whatever happens to our hearts and minds when we grow?