I I tell you now the summer's dry
I sweat my brow and wipe my hair when
I do I could wear a shirt and tie everyday
The diamond eyes are not the treasure they say
Where's the Catcher in the Rye anyway
O the tragedy
Young rebels in their glory misunderstood
Such a calamity
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away
I I tell you now the summer's high
The forward cast of windswept dreams in the air
I will run close to the edge every time
Between the wedge there lies a passion that's born
I said a passion that's born born
O the tragedy
Of unsung heroes searching for their cause
Such a calamity
The unrequited rebel without applause
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away
O the tragedy
Young rebels in their glory misunderstood
Such a calamity
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away say
Another angry young man they say
I I tell you now the summer's dry
I tell you now the summer's dry
