No one feels more alone than
 The children of a dying breed
 You never feel at home when you're
 Just another mouth to feed
 I wanna live in geological time
 Because I'm still in my biological prime
 
 If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?
 If nobody listens, will we disappear?
 
 You flip a man a quarter
 Playing songs on his guitar
 You're on a street corner
 Feeling like a patron of the arts
 
 And now the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 I said the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 
 If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?
 If nobody listens, will we disappear?
 
 I just don't understand
 Why the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 I said the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 
 They're always on the phone and
 They always gotta have control
 And now the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 
 The golden years are under attack
 (We're taking them back, we're taking them back)
 The golden years are under attack
 (We're taking them back, we're taking them back)
 
 Looking for an original voice
 But the beaten path leaves little choice
 The melody that you thought you found
 Reveals that she's been sleeping around
 
 We were apostles, they were the high priests
 We lived the hustle, the keepers of the back beat
 We're under pressure to reconcile
 Our point of view with contemporary style
 
 It used to be that the kids were the ones
 Who knew how to get off
 It was a yell from the swamp
 Now it's only coming out as a cough
 
 I can't sell my songs so I'm
 Gonna have to give them away
 I can't sell myself since my hair
 Started turning to gray
 
 If nobody listens then who's gonna hear?
 If nobody listens, will we disappear?
 
 I just don't understand
 Why the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 I said the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll
 
 The high priests are calling
 All disciples back to the fold
 Because the kids don't know
 How to dance to rock and roll