Bouncing Souls

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 feel the heat but its 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.
Were the kids in America
Were the kids in America
Everbody lives for the music go round.
Bright lights
the music gets faster
Look boy
dont check on your watch not another glanc@
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.
Were the kids in America
. . .
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 surburbias sprawling everywhere.
I dont want to go
baby
New York to east California
Theres a newwave coming
I warn you.
Were the kids in America
. . .
Were the kids
were the kids
Were the kids in America . . .
[ Kids In America Lyrics ]