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.

A. R. We´re the kids in America. (2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round. [End of A.]

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.

[Repeat A.]

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.

[Repeat A.]

R. We´re the kids (3) in America.