the streets are still so crowded
I lowered my face against the evening's rain
right now, I could do with it
it wasn't so long ago we were laughing here
as the clock counted down to midnight
but then days turn to weeks, turn to months then years
and we all lead different lives
she said, "this is how it happens,
this is how you lose your best years."
she said, "it's not like you'd imagined,
it's exactly as you feared."
it's starting to feel like those days were wasted
lower my flag, drag it to the basement now ...
I turned around and walked down your street
the neighborhood's so different
the new owners changed the color and cut down our tree
so many things were missing
and now I remember why I've stayed away
why I take the long way home
why I try to forget and live for today
and why we ended up alone
a handful of memories on the 7 train
the streets have all grown silent
I lowered my face 'cause I still taste the pain
wonder where I'd be without it
it was a long time ago we were laughing here
and the clock always reaches midnight
the sighs turn to silence and the joy to tears
in this scene from a past life
she said, "this is how it happens,
this is how you lose your best years."
she said, "it's not like you'd imagined,
and it's exactly as you feared.
it's starting to feel like those days were wasted
the pain is still real, I can taste it
I'm starting to feel like these lives were wasted
lower my flag, drag it to the basement now ...
