| Song | Subdivisions |
| Artist | Rush |
| Album | Spirit Of Radio: Greatest Hits (1974-1987) |
| 作曲 : Geddy Lee/Alex Lifeson | |
| 作词 : Neil Peart | |
| Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson | |
| Sprawling on the fringes of the city | |
| In geometric order | |
| An insulated border | |
| In between the bright lights | |
| And the far unlit unknown | |
| Growing up it all seems so one-sided | |
| Opinions all provided | |
| The future pre-decided | |
| Detached and subdivided | |
| In the mass production zone | |
| Nowhere is the dreamer | |
| Or the misfit so alone | |
| Subdivisions --- | |
| In the high school halls | |
| In the shopping malls | |
| Conform or be cast out | |
| Subdivisions --- | |
| In the basement bars | |
| In the backs of cars | |
| Be cool or be cast out | |
| Any escape might help to smooth | |
| The unattractive truth | |
| But the suburbs have no charms to soothe | |
| The restless dreams of youth | |
| Drawn like moths we drift into the city | |
| The timeless old attraction | |
| Cruising for the action | |
| Lit up like a firefly | |
| Just to feel the living night | |
| Some will sell their dreams for small desires | |
| Or lose the race to rats | |
| Get caught in ticking traps | |
| And start to dream of somewhere | |
| To relax their restless flight | |
| Somewhere out of a memory | |
| Of lighted streets on quiet nights... |
| zuò qǔ : Geddy Lee Alex Lifeson | |
| zuò cí : Neil Peart | |
| Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson | |
| Sprawling on the fringes of the city | |
| In geometric order | |
| An insulated border | |
| In between the bright lights | |
| And the far unlit unknown | |
| Growing up it all seems so onesided | |
| Opinions all provided | |
| The future predecided | |
| Detached and subdivided | |
| In the mass production zone | |
| Nowhere is the dreamer | |
| Or the misfit so alone | |
| Subdivisions | |
| In the high school halls | |
| In the shopping malls | |
| Conform or be cast out | |
| Subdivisions | |
| In the basement bars | |
| In the backs of cars | |
| Be cool or be cast out | |
| Any escape might help to smooth | |
| The unattractive truth | |
| But the suburbs have no charms to soothe | |
| The restless dreams of youth | |
| Drawn like moths we drift into the city | |
| The timeless old attraction | |
| Cruising for the action | |
| Lit up like a firefly | |
| Just to feel the living night | |
| Some will sell their dreams for small desires | |
| Or lose the race to rats | |
| Get caught in ticking traps | |
| And start to dream of somewhere | |
| To relax their restless flight | |
| Somewhere out of a memory | |
| Of lighted streets on quiet nights... |