Soon he'll have to start answering me
And if it's words that bring us peace
Til I found a note... alone

"That I don't think I could help you write.
A word is worth the one who writes the song... who rides along."

Instead of screaming the youth is calling
And you all hate the words
I'm thinking that you should join in
And we'll all sing a verse in honor of youth

I'm sick of all the talk and taunts
Saying our words don't reach the heart
Well this hearts anew to choose

"Now a wind has come and swept the place
It's drained our cups and changed the way we write... the way we hide"

Instead of screaming the youth is calling
And you all hate the words
I'm thinking that you should join in
And we'll all sing a verse in honor of youth

I'm still confused how gentleman callers think they owe you
When you just get smaller
I'll teach em all if you can say "Father,
We're on our own with no mean to bother"