Sweet Young America

Young girl
Reading her magazines
And cutting out the pictures of the places
That make her dream
She don't miss a thing
Up on the latest rage
And I find myself
Losing her
Page by page

She's young America
And she needs feeling free
Sweet young America
What's she doing here with me
Her soft brown hair don't go with gray
She's full of life
And I've seen my day
And young America
She needs feeling free

Seems like only yesterday
She climbed up on my knee
And said Daddy
Will you tell me
How much you really love me
And I remember through tearstained eyes
Standing at the door
While waving good-bye
Young America
Demands being free
Young America
I wish I could be