Beatrice Street

96 Beatrice Street, I wonder if you're still there You weathered storms that showed me up Remember building up your walls, armed with wood and tin Tell me is it hard to hold, all those memories in? The road I walked to town has changed me I don't belong here anymore Maybe you're a hollow shell, couldn't see you like that Or have I grown up too much? At times I dream of a homecoming, though I know it cannot be Like some long lost friend, you'd take me back again The road I walked to town has changed me I don't belong here anymore