Help Save the Youth of America From Exploding

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost

And just outside I can hear the sounds
Of the early morning street becoming way too loud
And the hum of the engines of the cars
On the street, yeah, on the streets

And with this cigarette that I just lit
As I pass the 53rd Street bridge
Right now the world just seems too big
The world just seems too big

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost

And just outside I can see my breath
In between the words that fog my spinning head
And I can see the sun coming up
And it's just light enough to see

Another cigarette that I just lit
As I pass the 53rd Street bridge right
Now the world just seems too big
The world just seems too big

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Growing up and getting lost

And all the late night calls and all the lost hopes
And the missed connections and the lost direction

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost

Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down, remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost