Walking down the hill To find the last time I saw you Trying everywhere I thought that somwhere I'd find you The world is turning Concerned that I won't find
I lost a friend I left him somewhere round here He lives and faces the streets And in the memories of something good And people say, I won the game But something brings me back here I'll never see him again Except in memory of someone good
Calling distant friends The numbers disconnected Walking every street The bars you once requented I've searched the phone book There's nowhere left to look And hope that you'll be there
I lost a friend I left him somewhere round here He lives and faces the streets And in the memories of something good And in the end, I won the game But something brings me back here I'll never see him again Except in memory of someone good I'll never see him again Except in memory of someone good