You're stomping down your streets alone -
feeling like a rolling stone:
No place to go, no friends to talk -
only dust on the way you walk.
You see the scribblings on the wall
and you know who did them scrawl.
They're fading like your memory -
being part of your history.
Refr.
You've walked this way of life -
boots on your feet and your heart full of pride!
Even if you're on your own,
hold your head up high and carry on!
And carry on, carry on -
carry on 'cause the spirit lives on in your soul!
So carry on!
So many faces you've never seen
in all these places you've always been.
You've been there with your friends together
and you thougt that it would last forever.
But time goes by and it hurts to see
that all you loved turned into memories.
It feels like standing in the rain -
'cause memories just cause the pain!
