When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa 
The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa 
And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa 
Was gonna make it big and not be beat 

Now, the neighborhood's cracked and torn, whoa 
The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa 
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, whoa 
Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa 
Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job, whoa 
He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot 

Jay committed suicide, whoa 
Brandon OD'd and died, whoa 
What the Hell is going on 
The cruelest dream, reality 

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

Go! 

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