We wrote our names on the last day of summer

On the insides of each other hands

With empty cans and walls of graffiti

The kind just kids understand

It's not glass or the wires at our feet

That gets us dancing this way

It's the backbeat of these hearts that don't feel the world

That is slipping away

This overpass wasn't made for going down south

For them coming in or us getting out

A temple of concrete that sits

With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

The well is dry bags are full of grass

There's bottle caps in the rocks

It's louder than you thought and the best kinds of trouble

Happen when the gate is locked

This overpass wasn't made for going out west

For taking a shot or placing your bets

A temple of concrete that sits

With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

Counted in

It's not the hustle or the high that doesn't last

The dead leaves or the cheap romance

It's not the pills or the punches they pack

It's the magic that brings us back

This overpass wasn't made for going up north

For Taking a seat and going back and forth

A temple of concrete that sits

With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

Misfits And Lovers... Be counted on and counted in

Misfits And Lovers... Be counted on and counted in

Misfits And Lovers... Just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in