it s dusk as all the shadows fall the sun is laid to rest at night the city comes to life as the light dies in the west here we stand as some local band sets circles round the clock smoke so thick you need a lighthouse so loud i can t hear myself talk someone whispered in my ear it s not like it was before i don t know what happened here i guess we just got bored the good old days well i suppose i m glad they re behind us now the only thing worse than growing up is never quite learnin how late at night we toss and we turn lay awake til dawn we close our eyes as the sun comes up we re gone