I keep to myselfWhat I might share with othersBut they don't seem to understandI open my mouthTo rediscoverBut I don't have the words of my commandI'm holding out for the worldThat's so much betterBut I'm holding out for the worldI'm a stranger in a stranger's landAll my friends have sold outCouldn't handle the pressureThey're counting all their blessingsTrying to salvage what they canChildren say, children sayWe open our minds as oneAs one more day slips awayWhat are the dreams of the youngNever come to be?When I overhearMy parents' conversationsWell, I'm struck by the things they saySeems they've traded for yearsMere complicationsNever thought it could end this wayThey close the doorThey can't lock itThere's something that shall remainFound it beforeWhen the man in the pocketCounted the costThey're material gainsChildren say, come what mayBe strong for the friends you've knownHave a one fine day far awayWhen we remember the love we used to ownChildren say, children sayChildren say, we open our minds as oneAs one more day slips awayWhat are the dreams of the youngNever come to be?To beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beTo beI'll see you next time.Bye.