Well there's a colour picture

In my mind.

Of all the places

That I've left behind.

The broken windows

Where the wind blows through

Empty shells of houses

That have turned to ruin.

Oh - we were so young.

We didn't realise

Just what we'd done.

Oh - we were too young.

And I remember you.

You were the back yard boy.

Hiding in the wreckage

Of broken dreams.

Standing by the railway line.

Standing.

Oh - we were so young.

We didn't realise

Just what we'd done.

Oh - we were too young.

And all the sweetness

Has been taken out of this place.

So many memories

Are knocked down or replaced.

And I can't stand to see

The shifting time

Taking me further -

Leaving you behind.

(Chorus repeats...)