Youth sleeping in phone booths
Living out a piece of raw urban truth
Getting along on friendship and love
And all of that crap
Feeding off begging and scraps
But oh, do I miss those days
When adventure was free
For a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman
Suits carrying notebooks
Living out a piece of new human truth
Getting along on paper results
And all of that crap
Financial satanical cults
But oh, do I miss those days when adventure was free for a thrill seeking young man and woman
A young man and his woman