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 lotta pot

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

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still, it's hard, hard to see