"Kids in America" by Kim Wilde

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.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Bright ligths the music get faster.
Look boy, dont check on your watch, not another glance.
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.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

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 Suburbias sprawling everywhere.
I dont want to go baby.
New York to East California.
Theres a new wave coming I warn you.

Were the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Were the kids in America.