Stepping down from the train
wonder if things are the same
little did I know it's a fact of life
you can't play the game again
funny how the street has changed
familiar yet so strange
the big old tree where i carved our names
looks more like a driving rage
it's not the same anymore
where have you gone to
it's just not the same without the love we shared
I look around the memories rush in
i call your name where are you now
it's just not the same
The old school could use some paint
the bus still arrives late
the boys and girls walking two by two
just the way we used to do
I can hear the church bell ring
and the choir start to sing
it's time to go with a tear in my eyes
there's no reason for me to stay
