It was a Friday, there was that buzz on the bus
Of freedom, and teenage love
I heard the bass drop, but I couldn't hear a thing
"Hey Ken, can you turn it up!"
Still, all the kids screamed, and fields rolled by
But Daniel Johns walked in a very straight line
I heard the radio magic comin' down like a life line...

Warriors, we were the kids from the country
Keepin' it real in the suburbs
But I see, we are warriors
Warriors, I see the smoke in the night sky
I think I smell a warrior
Tonight we are warriors

I got the shit bike on my way down the drive
I curse my guitar case and the flat front tyre
But the race was on, at 15 years old
Nothing gets in the way of remote control
And it was so easy, everything came like it wanted to
Like a candelabra in the morning dew
Lit up like the Milky Way
I wouldn't change it would you?