Young America

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