When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)
the old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
and every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
was gonna make it big in every beat.

now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)
the kids are grown up but their lives are worn(whoa)
how can one little street
swallow so many lives?

Chorus:
Chances blown
nothing's free
longing for
what used to be
still it's hard
hard to see
fragile lives
shattered dreams

Go!


Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job (whoa)
Just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot (whoa)

Jay commited suicide (whoa)
Brandon OD'd and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
Cruellest dream, reality


Chances blown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Go!

Chances blown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

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There are moments when one feels free from one's own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being. - Albert Einstein