| Am |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| In a quiet street washed | by the rain, | the room within the | home. |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| A lonely man sits | cheek to cheek, | with unique designs in | chrome. |
| Dm | F | C | Dm | |
| The mellow years | have long gone by, | but now he sits | alone. |
| Dm | Bb | C | E | Am | |
| He has a brand | new radio, | but never turns it | on. |
| Chorus: |
| F | Am | |
| New European | s. |
| F | |
| Young Europeans. |
| F | E | |
| New European | s. |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| A photograph of | lovers lost, | lies pressed in | magazines. |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| Her eyes belong | to a thousand girls, | she's the wife who's never | seen. |
| Dm | F | C | Dm | |
| Their educated | son has left, | in search of borrowed | dreams. |
| Dm | Bb | C | E | Am | |
| His television's | in his bed, | he's frozen to the | screen. |
| (Chorus) |
| During Solo: |
| Bbm/F/F#/Bbm |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| On a crowded beach | washed by the sun, | he puts his headphones | on. |
| Am | E | F | Am | |
| His modern world revo | lves around the s | ynthesizer's | song. |
| Dm | F | C | Dm | |
| Full of future | thoughts and thrills, | his senses slip aw | ay. |
| Dm | Bb | C | E | |
| He's a European | legacy, a c | ulture for t | oday. |
| (Chorus) |
| Young Europeans. |