In the Heart

You're getting old
There's no pot of gold
On this dead-end street, waiting for the bus
The stars fill your eyes
Like tears from the sky
You sit and wonder what they're doing now
You're starting to forget about
The way things were and it makes you shout

When you hear that song
Think of times long gone
But there's no end of things
In the heart

You were a wasteland kid
With a friend named Sid
She had mood ring eyes, and a pair of monkey boots
There were a hundred more
Always standing at the door
Waiting for the moment the weekend came around
You're starting to forget about
The way things were and it makes you shout

Has it really been
So long since then?
When you were young, the future seemed so bright
But everything turns grey
And starts to fade away
Like the taillights of a teenage dream
You're starting to forget about
The way things were and it makes you shout