The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young our future was so bright (whoa, oh!)

The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa, oh!)

And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa, oh!)

Was gonna make it big and not be beat



Now our neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa, oh!)

The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa, oh!)

How can one little street

Swallow so many lives



Chances Thrown

Nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still it's hard

Hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams

(Whoa!)



Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa, oh!)

Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa, oh!)

Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job (whoa, oh!)

He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot



Jay committed suicide (whoa, oh!)

Brandon OD'd and died (whoa, oh!)

What the hell is going on

The cruelest dream, reality



Chances Thrown

Nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still it's hard

Hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams



Chances Thrown

Nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still it's hard

Hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams