There they are/ Alive, on the move, pretty young,/ Still unproven though they love/ Restless young zeroes in a haze/ Of reckless blind
faith taking their/ Own sweet time to write and rhyme/ Their ending
Are you happy when we're down/ Hey I was gonna ask you that/ Just now and yes I am,/ Yes, I can dig true meaning from/ Your
believing and feel alright
They'll drift and flow/ And take their chances/ All white humming flesh and bone/ In souls they don't own/ How can they not know it
ain't/ Good being old with nothing/ Left to show/ But they have each other
There might be a goodbye him to her/ When time becomes their leveller...and it will/ Ecstatic young searchers who've come/ To love just
what they are/ And what they may become...or whatever/ The magic in chaotic scenes/ In the sun and the music in/ The whine and
stink, the uneven/ Sounds of summer/ Fabulous bad memories, but there's/ Something alright about having these together
Too young lives of sleep, / Of violence and love alive/ In astral days soon lost/ In the rush/ If there's a better way/ It's alright...they're
okay
They're not afraid they'll fade away/ Another wasted unfortunate end/ Another violent sky overhead/ Another sundown burning red/ And
it's going down hard...like them
