Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order, an insulated border
In between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided, the future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided in the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions in the high school halls
In the shopping malls, conform or be cast out
Subdivisions in the basement bars
In the backs of cars, be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help disprove the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms
To soothe the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly just to feel the living night

Well some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats, get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights

Subdivisions in the high school halls
In the shopping malls conform or be cast out
Subdivisions in the basement bars
In the backs of cars be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help disprove the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms
To soothe the restless dream of youths