Concrete Times

<br>I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass <br>now I look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass <br>crowds of people but I`m all alone <br>staring at the bill for the telephone <br>sometimes I miss those days, when the world was green and growing <br>but there`s too many people now too mean and too knowing <br>they say you`ve got to be hard in a hard world - <br>say goodbye to suburban boys, cause urban joy is hard to find <br>what you gonna do? It`s all around you <br>sounds of the street start to surround you <br>what you gonna do in concrete times? <br>now I know these memories are just my naivete <br>and I know that boyhood`s gone and this is where you stay <br>but so much has changed that I can see <br>now I hear sirens and turn up the t.v. <br>I remember knowing every house and every name on our street <br>now I don`t even know our next door neighbors, just the sound of their feet - cause your eyes are more open the older you get <br>but the wide eyes of childhood are gone forever - you see more and less <br>and school plays have been replaced <br>and too many friends have joined the race <br>the newspaper brings sad news through my door <br>acceptance and gritted teeth when you walk outside at night <br>guns and knives replaced the schoolyard fight <br>and the street lights blinking on and on, keep me up for hours <br>along with my thoughts, in a pretty concrete tower