I remember a time when there was nothing but
trees and green grass

now I look around in concrete times and stay
behind the glass

crowds of people but I'm all alone

staring at the bill for the telephone

sometimes I miss those days, when the world was
green and growing

but there's too many people now too mean and too
knowing

they say you've got to be hard in a hard world -

say goodbye to suburban boys, cause urban joy is
hard to find

what you gonna do? It's all around you

sounds of the street start to surround you

what you gonna do in concrete times?

now I know these memories are just my naivete

and I know that boyhood's gone and this is where
you stay

but so much has changed that I can see

now I hear sirens and turn up the t.v.

I remember knowing every house and every name on
our street

now I don't even know our next door neighbors,
just the sound of their feet - cause your eyes
are more open the older you get

but the wide eyes of childhood are gone forever -
you see more and less

and school plays have been replaced

and too many friends have joined the race

the newspaper brings sad news through my door

acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk
outside at night

guns and knives replaced the schoolyard fight

and the street lights blinking on and on, keep me
up for hours

along with my thoughts, in a pretty concrete
tower