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

come 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 ypung 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 citie hate dreamers



No use to turn out...