Corey Hart - Angry young man

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.