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 bib and not be beat

Now the neighborhood is cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lifes are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lifes?

Chances thrown, nothing`s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it`s hard, hard to see
Fragile lifes, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped down and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at homr cause he`s got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot