Well well when I grew up, 
learned to love and laugh 
Circled A's on the underpass 
The noise we thought would never stop 
Died a death when the punks grew up 
And we choked on all our dreams 
We whispered all our fears 
Running through the heartless concrete streets 
Chasing our ideas Run
And all the problems of the world 
Won't be solved by this guitar 
And they won't stop coming either 
By the life I've had so far 
And the bright lights of my home town 
Won't be getting any dimmer 
Though their calling has receded 
Like some old distant singer 
And they don't look so appealing 
To the eyes of this poor sinner