All-wants

Give me a chance; give me a chance to be better,
Give me a chance; give me a chance to not feel lost.
And I went and painted the town red.

Give me hope, that my living really hurts no one,
That no one despairs for or because of me,
Give me hope and say that I’m beyond all that.

Give me a break; tell me that things really work out in the end.

Give me a dream to fulfill, running down the streets with bows in my hands.
Give me something to eat, I’ve been out and I’m hungry, starved child.
Tell me there is no more, I’ve been eating too much, too much world for today.

Give me a way to understand, understand what thousands of years of human life haven’t been able to find.
And I’m falling down the multicolor spiral.

Give me anything to hold on to, give me a lifeline.
And I’ll go out and paint the town red again.

So the guitars played all night, crying out with their imaginary voices what I can’t say even with my real one.
The dancing youth ate the world for a while.
Poor kids, we’re getting older by the second.