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 [bad word] 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 young 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 cities hate dreamers 

No use to turn out...