Coming around where we used to be found,
Troubling teens with a middling frown.
Walkin' down that road,
Walkin' down that road.

And you wouldn't believe the ghosts you meet,
Hiding away down on memory street.
Walkin' down that road,
Walkin' down that road.
Every minute there's a new one born,
And every moment we were April slumber.
Anyway, here comes another year,
Any day it could be that much better, yeah.
And I hear ém all say as the pavement gives way,
Life wasn't bad in suburban decay.
Walkin' down that road.
Walkin' down that road.
Every minute there's a new one born,
And every moment we were April slumber.
Anyway, here comes another year,
Any day it could be that much better, yeah.
Oh, now there's nothing left,
But heavy air
From some long distant dream.