Across the valley lightning strikes out
purified slowly by the moon the blue of
evening creeps that's when people sleep
with blessings from the near and darling
ones I'll bet they never gave them a
chance
to be really young Americans
to be really young Americans the hill in
town is crowned with spring clouds beneath the colors fight
the pale man
gave them many hands promises of soil
and land but nothing seems to change
anyway I'll bet they never gave them a chance
to be really young Americans
to be
really young Americans sometimes you
fight with things that rumble in your
mind at all times but soon you see we've
wasted too much precious time keeping
distant lights between you and me
it came between you and me
Yesterday the sun rose bright and round
Over the heart of town
Woke up with a troubled mind who wants to leave this world behind
when all you hear are empty vows and hollow men
I'll bet they never gave them a chance
to be really young Americans
all right