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 everyones moving

I can fell the heat but its shooting

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



Were the kids in america

Were the kids in america

Everybody lives for the music-go-round



Bright lights the music gets faster

Look boy, dont check on yout watch - not another glance

Im not leaving now honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems

Much later baby youll be saying - never mind

You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts dont make a new story

Kind hearts dont grab any glory



Come closer, honey thats better

Got to get a brand new experience -

Feeling right

Oh dont try to stop baby - hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning

Outside suburbias sprawling everywhere

I dont want to go baby



New York to East California

Theres a new wave coming I warn you



Were the kids, were the kids, were the kids in America