Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket
And a head full of dreams
He said somehow, some way
It's gotta get better than this
Patti packed her bags
Left a note for her Momma
She was just seventeen
There were tears in her eyes
When she kissed her little sister goodbye
They held each other tight
as they drove on through the night
they were so exited
We got just one shot of life
let's take it while we're still not afraid
Because life is so brief
And time is a thief when you're undecided
And like a fistful of sand
It can slip right through your hands
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side
Don't let them put you down
Don't let 'em push you around
Don't let 'em ever change your point of view
Paradise was closed
So they headed for the coast
In a blissful manner
They took a two room apartment
That was jumping ev'ry night of the week
Happiness was found
In each other's arms as expected, yeah
Billy pierced his ears
Drove a pickup like a lunatic
Whoooa-ooh-ooh
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side
Don't let them put you down
Don't let 'em push you around
Don't let 'em ever change your point of view
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on, on your side
Billy wrote a letter
back home to Patti's parents
Tryin' to explain
He said we're both real sorry
That it had to turn out this way
But there ain't no point in talking
When there's nobody list'ning
So we just ran away
Patti gave birth
To a ten pound baby boy, yeah
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side
Young hearts be free tonight
Time is on your side
Young hearts be free tonight
Time in on your side
Young hearts gotta run free, be free, live
Time is on, time is on your side
Time, time, time, time is on your side
Is on your side
Is on your side
Young heart be free tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah
Young Turks
Recorded By: Rod Stewart
Written By: Rod Stewart, Carmine Appice, Kevin Savigar, Duane Hitchings