So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz were going out of style
We could leave this city, if only for a while.
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed
No one can know about this.
The only place i'll ever call home, is my deathbed.

I know were so wrong, but it feels so right
And its not a party, if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, your running out of luck.
So lets ditch this city, before we sober up