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 door way
Thinking of rooms all painted pale blue
Are we just walking through?
It's a vacant youth
So come all you youth
Vacant in truth
Take your seat on the floor
We blew up the walls
With our youthful wrongs
But man we still got those songs
It's a vacant youth
So hey misanthrope
You terrible joke
Do the women come and go?
All fashionable quotes
And Michelangelo
look all too painfully wrote
It's a vacant youth
And it's a vacant youth
Well I guess it's a vacant youth
Sons of daughters, daughters of fathers
Those buried well plans we've become
A job in defense
For a white picket fence
Well I wish you well in the end
It's a vacant youth