This silent street, something's drawing me
endless rows of houses, all look the same
there's nothing, nothing new to see
something is calling me, no reason why

Starting to spot different things
small they are and even still the same
different things there are a lot
enough for a difference though?

Is that all I ever wanted to see
the place I was longing to be


It's mine and mine all alone
and I decide where I want to go
there's got to be more than this

It's mine and mine all alone
and I decide where I want to go
there's got to be more than this


Just as the walk, life passes on
still the same nothing to change
the houses moving closer together
leaving me no room to breath

It's feeling like inside a dream
unreal but makes you want to scream