There’s a place outside of town
Half a mile from the old four-way

Where you can see for miles around
Ooo and all your secrets are safe

You can bet on Friday night
You’ll find spirits wild and free
They gather there for a good time
Because that’s all they really need

It makes no difference
What you’re worth or who you are
Through falling tears or innocence
In our darkest hour
In the end it does not matter
Time won’t stand still
We’ll all come together on Cemetery Hill

Memories made before sunrise
Among the flowers and the stone
Music fades and laughter dies
Everyone’s going home

They’ll meet there at two today

For a friend who’s travelin’ on
Though the scene is much the same
They’ll sing a sadder song…