You walked these streets in your dreams

Made rich in the city which then made you free

These streets are not paved with gold

They're waiting for winter and then to grow old

Every little thing you are

Every little thing you are

Why wasn't hope good enough for you?

Every little thing you are

Every little thing you are

Why wasn't hope good enough for you?

Is this the way? Is this the way?

Is this the way it will always be?

You said"I need to breathe a new air"And breathe it on my own and without you there"

You run, keep running and move

You can't run from something you carry with you

Every little thing you are

Every little thing you are

Why wasn't I good enough for you?

Every little thing you are

Every little thing you are

Why wasn't I good enough for you?

Is this the way? Is this the way?

Is this the way it will always be?

You took all you can

Just left a portrait of the artist as a broken man

Love, you know that I still care

When you run screaming from them I'll be the first there

Please, I've not had enough

I still want more of smooth and still want more of rough

Please, don't waste your breath on them

Don't you know their promises are all a sham?

The streets are as hard as failure

The streets are as hard as failure

The streets are as hard as failure

Is this the way? Is this the way?

Is this the way it will always be?