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...)