Help save the youth of america from exploding

And just outside I can heard the sounds of the early morning street becoming way too loud and the hum of the engines of the cars on the street And with this cigarette that I just lit as I pass the 53rd St. Bridge Right now the world just seems too big so sit down and remind me how this is the same old story of growing up and getting lost. And 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 St. bridge right now the world just seems to big And all the late night calls and all the lost hopes and the missed connections and the lost direction.