I walk down my old street, Used to be home for me, And Now theres spraypaint on the walls. I see a house that at one time looked nice but now it is abandoned, theres nothing left at all.
So why-y-y must we let our chances fly, and when oh when oh when will we ever see hope again and why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye, oh well oh well at least i can still remember when our City used to be such a beautiful place, but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same my hands are in the air, it makes no sense to me, and i cannot explain this tragedy... - My first trip to the city, yeah, i remember thinking that those buildings stood so tall, but now i see that my old stomping ground has just been ravaged, they seem now rather small,
So why-y-y must we let our chances fly, and when oh when oh when will we ever see hope again why-y-y is it so hard to say goodbye, oh well oh well at least i can still remember when our City used to be such a beautiful place, but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same my hands are in the air, it makes no sense to me, and i cannot explain this tragedy... - feels like im living in someone elses dream, Nothing seems as if its the way that should be, Its like a dark cloud swallowed up in humanity, Whatever it is, its beyond me. - Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me, A virus spreading through the street, it astounds me, Homesickness- - our City used to be such a beautiful place, but now you cant walk down the street and think youll see the same my hands are in the air, it makes no sense to me, and i cannot explain this tragedy...