Texten är min översättning av en svensk text som skrivits av Susanne Nybacka
[Verse 1]
Back in the city where I once used to live
Said I’d never come back, no matter what you give
Now I’m walking down these well known streets
Counting the bakeries and coffee shop treats
[Verse 2]
Used to rent movies in a small shop open late
They sold chips, tobacco, and music first-rate
But now it’s open doors for greedy ravens
Everything’s a pile of dirt, nothing’s the same
[Chorus]
so easy, to daydream, of these golden years
Claim that the best of your life, is behind you
Say that your progress, turned to apathy
And that your playground, is broken around you
Yes, I can miss the parks and the lanes
Restaurants and ballrooms, quite a few… !
Joints, where I was soaring, in the music reins… !
Loved all my lovers, but never true
[Verse 3]
One of them became my passion’s only flame
in a one-room flat but the railway was the same
studies and work would drive us to the ground
Then came children, a cat, and a hound
[Bridge]
Always rented a film our kids wanted to see
Didn’t know that a change was meant to be
One day you just left with two big bags
left me standing in the hallway on the worn out rugs
[Chorus]
So easy, to daydream, of these golden years
Claim that the best of your life, is behind you
and that euphoria, made you, go, away
And that your ego, has tricked you, into do so
Yes, I can miss. All the places. Where we kissed
we wove a web of life, out of, the yarn of love
So why keep on, looking back, at those old, betrayal
When I instead can see, grandchildren play
When I instead can see, grandchildren play
[Chorus]
So easy to daydream of these golden years
Claim that the best of your life, is behind you
and that euphoria, made you, go, away
And that your ego, has tricked you, into do so
Yes, I can miss. All the places. Where we kissed
we wove a web of life, out of, the yarn of love
So why keep on, looking back, at those old, betrayal
When I instead can see, grandchildren play
When I instead can see, grandchildren play