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I walk down my old street |
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Used to be home for me and |
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now there's spraypaint on the walls |
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I see a house that at one time looked nice |
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but now it is abandoned |
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There's nothing left at all |
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So why, why must we let our chances fly |
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When oh when oh will we ever see hope again |
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Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye |
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Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when |
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our city used to be such a beautiful place |
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Now you can't walk down the street |
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the same and think you'll see the same |
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My hands are in the air |
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It makes no sense to me |
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I cannot explain this tragety |
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My first trip to city |
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I remember thinking |
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that the buildings stood so tall |
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and when I see that my old stomping ground |
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is just a ravaged |
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they seem so small now rather |
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feel like I'm living in someone else's-dream |
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It dosen't seem this is the way |
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that things should be |
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it's like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity |
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Whatever it is it is be-yond-me |
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Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me |
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A virus spreading through the street |
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It astounds me |
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Homesickness |
