The antique people are down in the Run by machines and of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their their hearts around circular tracks
Pretending forever their towers Are not really riddled with cracks And I goodbye to iron And hello to the air
Oh the new children I am young all around the I live swaying by chance I am strong to the breeze the moon
I can give the sky You the with the colors of sun Seed of day freely fly Feel the as all become one the way, know the way
The addicts explode on the highways Ignoring the journey and so fast Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can't run from the cops of the skeleton past
Petrified by in a nightmare they stagger Into at all and then look up aghast And I goodbye to speed And smile hello to a
Oh the new play I am young the juniper trees I live sky blue or gray I am strong they at ease
I can give so slow You the strange that serenely can of day gracefully grow Feel the and yes still understand Know the way, know the way, the way
King and the in their castle of billboards down the hallways dragging behind All their possessions and treasures As they go to the electronic shrine
On which is playing the late late That house of the opulent blind And I goodbye to Mammon And smile to a stream
Oh the new buy I am young all the world for a I live without a dime I am to which they belong
I can give owns You the strange anything, Seed of day grown the change up so big they can share Know the way, the way
The vaudeville generals cavort on the And shatter their with submachine guns And freedom and the acrobat clowns Do a balancing act on the of our sons
While the tap dancing sings War is peace And the magician disappears in the fun And I wave goodbye to And smile to the rain
Oh the new children I am young tell a foe a friend I will live quick to I am and so glad to extend
I can give handfuls of You the strange to men Seed of day come from Feel the change The Great of Skin the way, know the way
The bloodless husbands are who listen Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of wives And the men who men, leave the women alone See them all love on a bed made of knives
Afraid to discover or in their bodies And in secret divorce they will never And I wave to ashes And hello to a girl
Oh the new children I am young they are so proud to I will womanhood bliss I am and the man fire that burns
I can give knowing no You the strange they off their clothes Seed of day honest and Feel the change as a that flows Know the way, the way, know the way
The antique people are fading out Like newspapers flaming in suicide Godless and direction less loons Their sandcastles dissolve in the tide
They put on their death masks, daily The new children will live for the elders have And I wave to America And hello to the world