Someday these will be familiar streets 
All the half built houses gone to home. 
You will know what no one teaches you 
Now we’ll see that kids need learning 
Hoping that 
I have some good advice. 
Something you could win with something true, 
Not exactly sure just what 
I’d do. You think it’s rock and roll or something, 
And I know what to tell you. 
That there’s money in new wave 
That I hope you know 
I love you 
We won’t have to go home pretty again. 
Someday these will be familiar streets, 
All the other things turning in your head. 
Whistling through your life and wave that wing 
What currently called science fiction, 
I don’t want to tell you that there’s money in new wave 
And I will deserve the blank stare, 
We won’t have to go over it again, 
I don’t want to tell you 
That there’s money in new wave 
And I will deserve the blank stare, 
We won’t have to go home pretty again. 
It’s the break out, it’s brand new, open wide, 
Broke out, brand new, open wide. 
Broke out, brand new, open wide.