| Lyrics: | [Kim Wilde]
Looking out a dirty old window.
Down below the cars in the city go rushing
by.
I sit here alone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can
feel the heat but it's soothing.
Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty
town.
Down town the young ones are going.
Down town the young ones are
growing.
We're the kids in America.
Everybody live for the
music-go-round.
Bright ligths the music get faster.
Look boy, don't check on your
watch, not another glance.
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.
Hot-shot, give me
no problems.
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel, life is
never kind.
Kind hearts don't make a new story.
Kind hearts don't grab any
glory.
Come closer, honey that's better.
Got to get a brand new experience.
Feeling
right.
Oh don't try to stop baby.
Hold me tight.
Outside a new day is
dawning.
Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere.
I don't want to go baby.
New York to
East California.
There's a new wave coming I warn you. |
