The trees still sway in the wind Look out the window for the last time It hasn't changed down all the years And when I'm here, nor have I And the sky still looks the same And the sky still looks the same It's fading, I can see Its golden age is gone Did it ever really have one? Maybe once when I was young And the sky still looks the same And the sky still looks the same I haven't walked these streets for years But I remember well Every blade of grass And every secret path You won't believe it, but it's true Once I did run free Once I didn't care