Lyrics:

Walking on down to the seventh grade dance
And I don't know what we're going there for
No one's going to talk to us, we'll look really silly
Just staring at the gymnasium floor

I'll wrestle the beat with my two left feet
They'll point and they'll stare at what my mom made me wear
Tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling

Just another day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud
There's a big ball of burning sunshine

Hitching a ride to the high school dance
And I don't know what we're going there for
The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions
And we're so invisible to them

But I feel like I'm in some John Hughes film
Like a dream we've all had where you can't run too fast
Tomorrow we'll wake up crying and smiling

It's just another day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud
There's a big ball of burning sunshine
Sometimes

It's just another day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud
There's a big ball of burning sunshine
Sometimes

Driving on up to the Hollywood party
I don’t know what I'm going there for
There's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes
And I'm one too many people there

They'll shake hands and grin, sharing 8x10s
They'll point and they'll laugh at my photograph
Tomorrow they'll wake up crying and smiling
I'll be crying and smiling

It's just another day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud
There's a big ball of burning sunshine
Sometimes

Another lovely day in the suburbs
Where behind every cloud
There's a big ball of burning sunshine
Sometimes