Kids In America lyrics

[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 everyone`s moving.
I can feel the heat but it`s 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.

We`re the kids in America.
Everybody live for the music-go-round.

Bright ligths the music get faster.
Look boy, don`t check on your watch, not another glance.
I`m not leaving now, honey not a chance.

Hot-shot, give me no problems.
Much later baby you`ll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.

Kind hearts don`t make a new story.
Kind hearts don`t grab any glory.

Come closer, honey that`s better.
Got to get a brand new experience.
Feeling right.
Oh don`t try to stop baby.
Hold me tight.

Outside a new day is dawning.
Outside Suburbia`s sprawling everywhere.
I don`t want to go baby.
New York to East California.
There`s a new wave coming I warn you.