Once I was young, once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said were quite subtle when we were young Well how many, how many buildings are building this town? With the old heart of Barton's Of every weather With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning, burning I'm living, I'm living my life I'm living this town With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning, burning The wind blew through my hair I chanted promises We lived on the street Without windows Well how many, how many buildings are building With the old heart of Barton's Of every weather With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning, burning With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning, burning With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning just Burning With the old heart of Barton's I'm burning Burning Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh With the old heart of Barton's Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm burning Burning