Из альбома: Writer’s Block
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up
But their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home
Cause he's got no jo
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and fuckin died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
2018.07.09