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
Downtown, the young ones are going. Downtown, the young ones are growing.
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Hot-shot, give me no problems, much later, baby, you'll be saying: "Never mind".. You know life is cruel, life is never kind