Christopher Cross
Angry Young Men
Father, mother
Doing the best they can
Sister, brother
Out there living on the lam
Heedless, guarded
Makes it hard to understand

With all this history
Trust won't come easily
I know it's hard to believe
Nobody meant you no harm

All the angry young men
All the lonely young girls
Caught in a web of confusion
In an unintended world

Father, mother
We're doing the best we can
Sister, brother
Changing the best laid plans
Childlike, childish
I wish you could understand

To come to maturity
With some sense of dignity
I know it's hard to believe
Nobody means you no harm
All the lonely old women
All the angry old men
Hoping the hurt was behind them
Starting it over again

Love can be the reality
But only as far as the heart can see

With all this history
Trust won't come easily
I know it's hard to believe
Nobody needs you

To come to maturity
With some sense of dignity
I know it's hard to believe
Nobody means you no harm

All the angry young men
All the lonely young girls
Caught in a web of confusion
In an unintended world

Father, mother
Sister, brother
Father, mother