sun comes up on the old neighbourhood   spray-painted bricks and dead firewood      well i don't know where i'm gonna be next   and i don't care where i'm gonna be      next time if you think of it   you might remember me as   the one who let you down   but never made another sound of fear      some people like to call me chuck   it's charles and you are sh*t out of luck      if you think you know what happens next   you think you know what happens      next time if you think of it   you might remember me as   the one who let you down   but never made another sound of fear      sun goes down on the old neighbourhood   dark, damp, and stop where i once stood      and i don't know where the bus stops next   and i don't care where the bus stops      next time if you think of it   you might remember me as   the one who let you down   but never made another sound of fear      the sound of fear   i can't hear   the sound of fear