Too young to learn it   Too young to earn it   Too innocent, too pure, too kind      Too fair to show it   Too fair to know it   Too dependent, too close, and too blind      Will she fall out of favor?   Will the stars not save her?   Will she walk on the razor's edge   Or be lost when she burns the bridge?   Will she take what I gave her on her way   To young America      Too bright to be faded   Too light to be weighted   Too effortless, lucid, and fine      Will she fall out of favor?   Will the stars not save her?   Will she walk on the razor's edge   Or be lost when she burns the bridge?   Will she take what I gave her on her way   To young America      Will she cross the line   Looking for the star of ages      Young America's waiting   Young America's waiting   Young America's waiting      Will she fall out of favor?   Will the stars not save her?   Will she walk on the razor's edge   Or be lost when she burns the bridge?   Will she take what I gave her on her way      Young America's waiting   Young America's waiting   Young America's waiting   Young America's waiting