More songs by The Offspring
Description
Once upon a time, it seemed like an endless summer lay ahead, and everyone would grow up to be heroes of their streets. Laughter in the alleyways, the smell of asphalt after rain, the first cigarets – it all felt like a guaranty of a bright future. It was only later that it turned out that adulthood isn't about dreams, but about survival. The music is booming, as if trying to bring back that old hope, but there's a crack in every chord. The street where it all began now looks like an old, faded photograph, but it's painfully familiar. And all that's left is to shout thru the guitar riff: "How did this happen?" knowing there will be no answer, and that nostalgia still sounds more beautiful than any truth.
Lyrics and translation
Original
When we were young, our future was so bright. Whoa. The whole neighborhood was so alive.
Whoa. Every kid on the whole damn street. Whoa.
Was gonna make it big and not repeat. Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn. Whoa.
The kids have grown up, but their lives are worn. Whoa. How can one little street swallow so many lives?
Chances gone, nothing's free.
Longing for used to be.
Still it's hard, hard to see.
Fragile lives, shattered dreams.
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did. Whoa.
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids. Whoa. Marshall lives at home 'cause he's got no job. Whoa.
She plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot. She committed suicide. Whoa. Brandon OD'd and died.
Whoa. What the hell is going on? Cruelest dream reality.
Chances gone, nothing's free.
Longing for used to be.
Still it's hard, hard to see.
Fragile lives, shattered dreams.
Chances gone, nothing's free.
Longing for used to be. Still it's hard, hard to see.
Fragile lives, shattered dreams.