Kids in America

Kim Wilde
Música y Letra: Marty Wilde, Ricky Wilde


Looking out a dirty old window
down below the cars in the city go rushing by,
I sit here alone and I wonder why.

Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can feel the heat but it's soothing, heading down.
I search for the beat in this dirty town.
Downtown the young ones are going.
Downtown the young ones are growing.