When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole [bad word] street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood´s cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing´s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it´s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

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

 [bad word] suicide
Brandon OD´d and died
What the [bad word] is going on
The [bad word] dream, reality