Stranded in the cheap seats of some private dirty show,
Where daddy's working hours and where mama's yelling no.
I am hiding in the locker room, I ain't speaking on the phone
No all I need is someone who could leave me all alone
'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body
Something changing here inside me. Can you tell me about the strangest phase I'm going through
Oh-oh, I just feel it here inside me. Something gets me, something rides me
In this silly teenage dream age nocturne
I ain't running from my future, I ain't yearning for my past
I am cracking my illusions, say which one will be the last
I am spinning on the flip side into some prime and golden age
To what I may be heading, don't you turn another page
'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body
Something changing here inside me. Can you tell me about the strangest phase I'm going through
Oh-oh, I just feel it here inside me. Something gets me, something rides me
In this silly teenage dream age nocturne
Is this some illusion? Is this happening for real?
Do I stand for prosecution? Am I running down a dream?
In my convolutions I can't find no place to go.
I am loaded up with answers, and I do not want to know.
So I'm drifting in a desert 'though my eye is too dry to wink
You could lead me down to water, but don't you try to make me drink
I am scratching on the flip-side to some very golden age
My soul is close to dying, but still my face don't look my age
Nor my body, oh-oh