It used to be home
And these streets are the streets that I roamed
When I was young in the days of bare feet and sun
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
I work to survive
It's the one thing in life I despise
The nine to five is a scrapyard of broken lives
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
It's not just history or the mystery of nostalgia
But I've been overtime on the working line everyday
When I was young