Walking down this well known street
turning 'round for ladies feet
like you did so many
years ago
sitting in that street cafe
where you had your cup of tea
come on boy don't
get sentimental now
everything changed but you didn't move on
and the only fact is
that
you're fifteen years older now
No use to turn out the lights
you feel so depressed
inside
when you think of your wasted years at night
Standing in your
discotheque
look since hours straight ahead
play the part of some ypung and lonesome
star
introverted more and more
waiting for a small hello
people next to you they seem so
far
but deep inside you made love to the world
'cause your imagination
was bigger than
reality
No use to turn out...
When you came into that town
you found
everything so fine
all your projects shall be realized
but your day-dreams strangled
you
kept you from what you had to do
and life went on while you were paralysed
heaven
knows you would give all you have
for the change to go back to those days for a new
beginning
No use to turn out...
Walking down...
Better you leave the
places of your past
'cause dreamers love cities and citie hate dreamers
