Problem In Paradise

I have found my problem in paradise

All I hear is the sound of strays roaming

The streets where we all go to play

The streets where we all hope to live one day

But until then, I guess I'll have to wait

Watching days go by

Hoping I'm still wise

By the time I leave

It's queer how much I love it here

So you look me in the eye

And tell me you're leaving

Well that much I could surmise

And I've known for a while

Let's at least go out in style, oh

Rain still falls on the beaches

Clouds still gray the day

Lessons still don't teach us

We pull ourselves away

Grass still fades whichever side you think you roam

It's clear now that I never really left my home

Rain still falls on the beaches

Clouds still gray the day

Lessons still don't teach us

We pull ourselves away

We pull ourselves away