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