(Showtime) He was a boy just 10 years old And he was free of blame He would touch the stars With everlasting flame She was a girl just nine of age Naive though not blind And so they planned their escape And they flew away To write, to write I'm trying to decide What to write, to write, to write Oh alright, alright A life redesigned Alright, alright, alright They ran away on a nonstop train That's a story I would like They flew away, on a spaceship no, no He was a dude 25 years old Wrote stories about his blame He would look up at the stars With everlasting shame She was a girl she was made of ink Too deceived, too blind And so he planned their escape Yeah, they flew away To write, to write I'm trying to decide What to write, to write, to write Oh alright, alright Oh life's so sublime Sublime, sublime, sublime We ran away on a nonstop train, yeah We ran away, and it's not stopping right now No, no ♪ He was a dude 25 years old and he was free of blame He was a dude 25 years old and he was free of blame