Where are you now? Do you ever think of me In the quiet, in the crowd? But where are you now? It came to the end it seems you had heard. As we walked the city streets, You never said a word. When we finally sat down Your eyes were full of spite.

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Streetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up