Kids In America

Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday night and everyone`s moving. I can feel the heat but it`s soothing. Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town. Down town the young ones are going. Down town the young ones are growing. We`re the kids in America. Everybody live for the music-go-round. Bright ligths the music get faster. Look boy, don`t check on your watch, not another glance. I`m not leaving now, honey not a chance. Hot-shot, give me no problems. Much later baby you`ll be saying never mind. You know life is cruel, life is never kind. Kind hearts don`t make a new story. Kind hearts don`t grab any glory. Come closer, honey that`s better. Got to get a brand new experience. Feeling right. Oh don`t try to stop baby. Hold me tight. Outside a new day is dawning. Outside Suburbia`s sprawling everywhere. I don`t want to go baby. New York to East California. There`s a new wave coming I warn you.