I Still Live On The Same Street,that We Lived On.
The Same Old Street,where Memories Were Made On.

I Shouldn't Stay,why Don't I Go?.
Each Day Hurts A Little More.

It Won't Be The Same Street Anymore, Since You've Gone.
It Won't Be The Same Street Anymore.

Each Day I Walk Alone,where We Once Walked Before.
See All Familiar Places, Where We Talked Before.

But I Can't Run,from Memories.
They're Mine And They Belong To Me.

It Won't Be The Same Street Anymore.since You've Gone.
It Won't Be The Same Street Anymore.