The Boys And Girls Of Tomorrow

She was walking up Grand, looking for an Opportunity Protest With crop top and plaid pants, she picked up at St Vincent De Paul's He was coming from Hannah's, from another dimension Either talking bout Sarte or talking bout The Art of War She was out of his league But he was out of his mind It was a time to explore To get lost and to find To get lost and to find each other It was the hottest day, since that May heatwave last summer When wearing something close to nothing became a viable option And all the Dad's in their Vans did a double take look from the corner She laughed and said, "you can look but, you're so out of touch" Together they connected I guess you could call it a Summit And by the Governor's mansion they left no traces to be discovered No traces to be discovered - Or so they thought All the joy, and all the sorrow For the Boys, and the Girls of Tomorrow Laughing at the time, that we try to borrow From the Boys and Girls of Tomorrow They were two Dharma Bums looking for a forest fire still burning With all they learned at the College, you'd think they'd be more discerning You can scheme you can dream but one thing is for certain That when Hannah found out, that's when it all got real She didn't Take It Easy Or very well at all There was no one there, at the bottom to catch her fall The bottom to catch her fall All the joy, and all the sorrow For the Boys, and the Girls of Tomorrow Laughing at the time, that we try to borrow From the Boys and Girls of Tomorrow Laughing at the time, that we try to borrow From the Boys and Girls of Tomorrow