A Vacant Youth - Jay Malinowski

There she goes, the girl with the thorns

A crowd to which she was born

She gets lost and torn, at times in a war,

Looking for sinking scores

There’s a boy, in constant dismay,

Crowding in the doorway,

Thinking of rooms, all painted pale blue

Are we just walking through?

Hmmm… It’s a vacant youth.

So come all you youth, vacant in truth

Take your seat on the floor

We blew out the walls, with our youthful wrongs

But hey, we still got those songs

Hmmm… It’s a vacant youth.

So hey misanthrope, you terrible joke,

Do the women come and go?

Well «fashionable «e"and Michelangelo

Look all too painfully wrote

Hmmm… It’s a vacant youth

Sons of daughters, daughters of fathers

Those barren-railed plans we become

A job in defense, for a white picket fence

Well, I wish you well in the end