The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa Was gonna make it big and not be beat Now, the neighborhood's cracked and torn, whoa The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa 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 Jamie had a chance, well, she really did, whoa Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job, whoa He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot Jay committed suicide, whoa Brandon od'd and died, whoa 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 Go! Chances thrown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still, it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams