Soon he'll have to start answering me* And if its 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 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 Its 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 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"