Lights out,
hands are cold,
colder is the feeling,
someday we'll be old,
and the cards will fold,
but the day is young,
and the lights are strung,
high up there,
so we sung,
sung all the songs,
driving by the mountains,
no consequences,
no second chances,
wild stances,
the night just begun,
and we're young,
cause it's the weekend!!

Note: We spent the weekend without any cellular networks amongst fog-ridden hills. Such a pleasant change (: