Sprawling on the fringes of the city

In geometric order

An insulated border

In between the bright lights

And the far unlit unknown



Growing up it all seems so one-sided

Opinions all provided

The future pre-decided

Detached and subdivided

In the mass production zone



Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone



Subdivisions --

In the high school halls

In the shopping malls

Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions --

In the basement bars

In the backs of cars

Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth

The unattractive truth

But the suburbs have no charms to soothe

The restless dreams of youth



Drawn like moths we drift into the city

The timeless old attraction

Cruising for the action

Lit up like a firefly

Just to feel the living night



Some will sell their dreams for small desires

Or lose the race to rats

Get caught in ticking traps

And start to dream of somewhere

To relax their restless flight



Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights