We follow the taillights out of the city. Moving in a river of red. As the colours fade away from the dusky sunset. We roll for the darkness ahead. Chorus:. We are old we are young we are in this together. Vagabonds and children prisoners forever. With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder. Kicking out behind us again. Night-time City Beat the radio is calling. The lost and lonely in vain. Out here we are running for the wide open spaces. The road-smell after the rain. Chorus:. We are old we are young we are in this together. Vagabonds and children prisoners forever. With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder. Kicking out behind us again. And watching as a boy alone at the quayside. The ships loading cargo in the night. Their names all calling to faraway places. The years go past the miles go by.