Ah, the stories from the streets,
They make their way up to your window.
Re-awaken certain memories,
This way you re-live them again and again.

One will change into the other
Untill you don't know what is real.
And it's [bad word]  you've gone full circle
And it's not the first time you've been here.

Fall back on a wave
Alive and well.
It folds and it turns,
It breaks, it burns.
It all happens once again.

I will go this way,
You will go that way.
What's it to you?
I will go this way,
You will go that way.
Who's gonna stop you?

It's [bad word] you have been thinking,
Whatever it took you to get ahead.
And the people you wish to remove yourself from,
Well, you sometimes turn to them instead.

It's all for no good reason,
Except to just keep passing on.
Ah, the stories from the streets,
You ain't got no idea where [bad word] from.

Fall back on a wave
Alive and well.
It folds and it turns,
It breaks, it burns.
It all happens once again.

I will go this way,
You will go that way.
What's it to you?
I will go this way,
You will go that way.
Who's gonna stop you?