Scrawling on the fringes of a city in geometry,
Geometric order,
uninsulated border,
In between the bright lights and the far-gone lit unknown.
Growing up it all seemed so unsighted,
Opinions all provided,
the future pre-decided,
Detached and so divided in the mass production zone,
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone.
In the high school halls,
in the shopping malls, Conform or be cast out.
In the basement bars,
in the backs of cars, Be cool or be cast out.
Any escape might help to smooth the unattracted truth,
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dream of youth.
Gone like moths we drift into the city,
The timeless soul of attraction,
Cruising for the action,
Dead up like a firefly,
Just to fear the living night.
Well,
some will sell their dreams for small desires,
And lose the race to rats,
Get caught in ticking traps,
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their
restless flight.
Somewhere out of a memory,
Unlighted streets on quiet nights.
In the high school halls,
in the shopping malls, Conform or be cast out.
In the basement bars,
in the backs of cars, Be cool or be cast out.
Any escape might help to smooth the unattracted truth,
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dream of youth.