At Least you can see how good things were around
with some pictures of your home
You keep them in your heart always, and in the pocket of your old pants

I wish i could but it´s not a brand new start
But what is worth except the fact of leavin´ the past behind
So, the clock is on, you know it´s on
And Now it´s my turn to get things right

Breath the air, that´s what left but you don´t care
You prefere to someone else, do it for you out there