all you want to see is make believe

Here we are at last
The moment soon will pass
We'll go our separate ways
We'll vanish in the haze
We'll never be the same
We'll forget each others' names
We'll grow old and lose our hair
It's all downhill from there

But tonight we'll reach for the stars
We'll rent expensive cars
And dream our dreams of a perfect night
And we'll sing our prom theme

Here we are at last
Running out of gas
The air is getting thick
The girls are feeling sick
We'll pass out on the beach
Our keys just out of reach
Soon we'll say goodbye
Then we'll work until we die

But tonight we feel like we're stars
We'll play our air guitars
'Cause we're eighteen
It's a perfect night to sing our prom theme.

- Prom Theme -
- Fountains of Wayne -