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

Lyrics to “Subdivisions” by Rush