When we were young, the future was so bright The old neighborhood was so alive And every kid on the whole damn street Was gonna make it big and not repeat Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up, but the lives are worn How can one little street swallow so many lives? Steps in front, nothing's free Longing for things to be Still it's hard, hard to see That your life's just a dream Whoa, whoa, whoa Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job So he plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot Take a minute, suicide, Brandon, Odina died What the hell is going on? The cruelest dream reality Steps in front, nothing's free Longing for things to be Still it's hard, hard to see That your life's just a dream Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Steps in front, nothing's free Longing for things to be Still it's hard, hard to see That your life's just a dream Steps in front, nothing's free Longing for things to be Still it's hard, hard to see That your life's just a dream Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Steps in front, nothing's free Longing for things to be Still it's hard, hard to see That your life's just a dream Whoa, whoa, whoa