Nobody Walks That Street Anymore

First memories and last mistakes In a tiny box of matches on some busy street Tangled ropes of hope always leading home Everything looks the same But nobody walks that street anymore Late-night rides from illusions of the heat Early flights to the daylight Picking up the pieces of my broken dreams None of it is the same And nobody walks that street anymore Sound of dawn in the pocket of my coat Ray of sunlight in my ears Taste of hope in the corner of my lips So few choices, fewer hands to shake In the name of peace of mind and curiosity And that thought that there is some much more to come Why would it be the same If nobody walks that street anymore Sound of dawn in the pocket of my coat Ray of sunlight in my ears Taste of hope in the corner of my lips Sound of dawn in the pocket of my coat Ray of sunlight in my ears Taste of hope in the corner of my lips In the corner of my lips In the corner of my lips