No one feels more alone than the children of a dying breed
You never feel at home when you’re just another mouth to feed
I want to live in geological times
Because I’m still in my biological tribe
If nobody listens
then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens
will we disappear?
Fake a man on the corner playing songs on his guitar
Yeah on a street corner feeling like a patron of the arts
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
If nobody listens
then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens
will we disappear?
I just don’t understand
Why the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
They're always on the phone and they always gotta have control
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
Golden years are under attack
Taking it back, taking it back
The golden years are under attack
Taking it back, taking it back
Looking for an original voice
But the beaten path leaves you no choice
The melody that you thought you found
These achievements sleeping around
We were Apostles, they were the high priests
We lived the hustle, the keepers of the back beat
We're under pressure to reconcile
our point of view with contemporary style
It used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off
It was a year for the swan now it’s only coming out as a cough
I can’t sell my songs so I’m gonna have to give ‘em away
I can’t sell myself since my hair started turning to gray
If nobody listens
then who’s gonna hear?
If nobody listens
will we disappear?
I just don’t understand
Why the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
The high priests are calling
All disciples back in the fold
Because the kids don’t know how to dance to rock and roll
