Walking down this well known street  turning 'round for ladies feet  like you did so many years ago  sitting in that street cafe  where you had your cup of tea  come on boy don't get sentimental now  everything changed but you didn't move on  and the only fact is  that you're fifteen years older now    No use to turn out the lights  you feel so depressed inside  when you think of your wasted years at night    Standing in your discotheque  look since hours straight ahead  play the part of some ypung and lonesome star  introverted more and more  waiting for a small hello  people next to you they seem so far  but deep inside you made love to the world  'cause your imagination  was bigger than reality    No use to turn out...    When you came into that town  you found everything so fine  all your projects shall be realized  but your day-dreams strangled you  kept you from what you had to do  and life went on while you were paralysed  heaven knows you would give all you have  for the change to go back to those days for a new beginning    No use to turn out...    Walking down...    Better you leave the places of your past  'cause dreamers love cities and citie hate dreamers    No use to turn out...