Stupid Youth
Downtown where no one really lives
But every story grows
She sits and plays her guitar
For every one she knows
The plows come promptly at the slightest Sign of winter's first snow
But back on west blvd it's gettin cold
And i can't stand her stupid youth
I was that young once it's no excuse
Tattoos on her arms mark nothing
But stupid youth
Big brown curls frame her face
And one lands on her nose
She takes a drag and lets it out
Practicing her perfect o's
And If I seem a bit pissed off
It's just because I'm getting old
And Back on west boulevard
Holy shit it's getting cold