[ Featuring Little Children ]
Too young to learn it
Too young to earn it
Too innocent, too pure, too kind
Too fair to show it
Too fair to know it
Too dependent, too close, and too blind
Will she fall out of favor?
Will the stars not save her?
Will she walk on the razor's edge
Or be lost when she burns that bridge?
Will she take what I gave her on her way
To young America
Too bright to be faded
Too light to be weighted
Too effortless, lucid, and fine
Will she fall out of favor?
Will the stars not save her?
Will she walk on the razor's edge
Or be lost when she burns that bridge?
Will she take what I gave her on her way
To young America
Will she cross the line
Looking for the star of ages
Young America's waiting
Young America's waiting
Young America's waiting
Will she fall out of favor?
Will the stars not save her?
Will she walk on the razor's edge
Or be lost when she burns that bridge
Will she take what I gave her on her way
Young America's waiting
Young America's waiting
Young America's waiting
Young America's waiting
