I, I tell you now the summer's dry 
I sweat my brow and wipe my hair when 
I do I could wear a shirt and tie everyday 
The diamond eyes are not the treasure they say 
Where's the "Catcher in the Rye" anyway 
O the tragedy 
Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood 
Such a calamity 
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood 
Another angry young man they say 
So sad that he lost his way 
Another angry young man they say 
O the youth how they drift away 
I, I tell you now the summer's high 
The forward cast of windswept dreams in the air 
I will run close to the edge - every time 
Between the wedge there lies a passion that's born 
I said a passion that's born - born 
O the tragedy 
Of unsung heroes searching for their cause 
Such a calamity 
The unrequited rebel without applause 
Another angry young man they say 
So sad that he lost his way 
Another angry young man they say 
O the youth how they drift away 
O the tragedy 
Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood 
Such a calamity 
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood 
Another angry young man they say 
So sad that he lost his way 
Another angry young man they say 
O the youth how they drift away, say 
Another angry young man they say 
I, I tell you now the summer's dry 
I tell you now the summer's dry.