So I'm saying goodbye to the life I've lived, all the slackers and the burnt out kids
The times we had, those times were great, had no future but we had our rage
You know that you can be, what you want to be
Only if you put your mind to it
It never occurred to us, because we were lost
Growing through the cracks in the street
I take these memories with me
At least we were young and free
Sometimes I wonder about my friends and what became of them
Once we were out of control, now we're just... growing old
I can't keep looking back, it's all in the past
Torn and tattered old photographs
Frozen in their frames, the faces still the same
My heart is carrying all their names
I take these memories with me
At least we were young and free
My home will always be my home
No matter where I choose to go