No one feels more alone than the children of a dying breed   You never feel at home when you're just another mouth to feed   I wanna live in geological time   Because I'm still in my biological prime      If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?   If nobody listens, will we disappear?      You flip a man a quarter playing songs on his guitar   You're on a street corner, feeling like a patron of the arts   And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll   I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll      If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?   If nobody listens, will we disappear?      I just don't understand why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll   I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll   They're always on the phone and they always gotta have control   And now the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll      The golden years are under attack (we're taking them back, we're taking them back)   The golden years are under attack (we're taking them back, we're taking them back)   Looking for an original voice   But the beaten path leaves little choice   The melody that you thought you found   Reveals that she's been sleeping around      We were apostles   They were the high priests   We lived the hustle   The keepers of the backbeat      We're under pressure to reconcile   Our point of view with contemporary style      It used to be that the kids were the ones who knew how to get off   It was a yell from the swamp, now it's only coming out as a cough   I can't sell my songs so I'm gonna have to give them away   I can't sell myself since my hair started turning to grey      If nobody listens, then who's gonna hear?   If nobody listens, will we disappear?      I just don't understand why the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll   I said the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll   The high priests are calling all disciples back to the fold   Because the kids don't know how to dance to rock and roll