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

Somewhere unforgiven Time will wait for you I will wait for you Drive to the night Far as it goes Away from the daylight Into the afterglow Down on the street Just let the engine run

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

Take me, take me somewhere trouble don't go Make me, make me someone trouble don't know But he wants to go too far Then comes heartache right behind Now he won't come down my street He locked up my heart in jail Devil had a daughter Took him to deep

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

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'

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

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

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