I was born here, so I'll die here, there's no place to go, turbulent flow. Cling to what moves? Minds do too. Young child, old child, forgives each slight, on a warm Kansas City night. Our hearts are filled with hate, heavens above we are in a city called love. Will I ever learn? Big Alice, small Alice, cry all night...
Old man, young man, feel all right, on a warm September night.