Young Ones

No time to break the fall, we run before we crawl
No pill will ease your mind
Just a little bit would make a difference
No words can describe just how much, does it take
To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old
And all wave goodbye

They've taken down the wall, so the young ones can taste freedom
And the others have a reason to live
You kill me with your lies
Just a little bit would make a difference
No words can describe just how much, does it take
To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old
And all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye
There's no where to run to, I can't get inside

Your tortured mind
Is wasting away
Just a little bit, just a little bit would make a difference
No words can describe just how much, does it take
To make sense of it, before the young ones grow old
And all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye, all wave goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
All wave goodbye, goodbye