| Looking high, looking low |
| For where all our friends used to go |
| Running through that open door |
| For you don’t go in there no more |
| You can stay, you can go |
| To all the haunts we used to know |
| The late nights bathed in neon glow |
| Nostalgia of the after show |
| Look me up, look me down |
| You know I won’t be hanging around |
| Cause I’ve already skipped the town |
| I’ve packed my bags, I’ve found new ground |
| I hope that I see a life returning |
| The leaves on the trees and the wind blowing |
| I hope that I’ll be there when life’s returning |
| The new kids coming in |
| Find another way |
| Any other way |
| Find another way… |
| Pull me up, pull me down |
| Searching hands all grasp the crown |
| Sink or swim but we won’t drown |
| Treading water till you’re found |
| Come for me, come for you |
| At least we can say we were true |
| Just holding out for something new |
| The good life that we hoped we’re due |
| (I hope I’ll see the streets return) |
| Find another way (I know I’ll see the streets return) |
| Any other way (I hope I’ll see the streets return) |
| Find another way (I know I’ll see the streets return) |
| Any other way (I hope I’ll see the streets return) |
| Find another way (I know I’ll see the streets return) |
| Any other way (I hope I’ll see the streets return) |
| Find another way (I know I’ll see the streets return) |
| Looking high, looking low |
| For where all our friends used to go |
| Running out that open door |
| You won’t see them dance no more |
| Look me up, look me down |
| You know I won’t be hanging around |
| Cause I’ve already skipped the town |
| I’ve packed my bags, I’ve found new ground |
| Looking high, looking low |
| For where all our friends used to go |
| Running out that open door |
| For you won’t see them dance no more |
| Looking high, looking low |
| For where all our friends used to go |
| Running out that open door |
| For you won’t see them dance no more |