Where is the house with the iron fence?
Bordered by parks and tenements
Where is the shop with the hobby sign?
Down the 57 line
Walking around the old streets and vacant blocks
Drowning the mail in an old red letterbox
Finally I'm letting go, I'm letting go
Is it me, I'll never know, I'm letting go
Where are the days that time forgot?
Shadows long and nights too hot
The only toys were guns and planes
And paper boats sailed open drains
Sipping coffee til we meet under the clocks
Caught in between true romance and the rocks
Finally I'm letting go, I'm letting go
Is it me, I'll never know, I'm letting go