New York City, 1988 Standing in the Chelsea rain With a small suitcase I used to walk invisible And the only time I felt recognized Was when I saw myself reflected In your loving eyes Now I'm looking for a piece of my past On these streets that I once knew but' Hey hey, you can't go back Hey hey, you can't go back Now I used to have the kind of luck That went from bad to worse A gypsy on the waterfront She told me I was cursed She said no one's young forever Well I just laughed I turned to leave around the corner And the years went past Now I'm looking for a piece of myself On the same streets that I once knew but' Hey hey, you can't go back Hey hey, you can't go back How can everything look so different How can everything look so the same Thru an open window I hear a record playing 'Who will stop the rain' Now there's a river Of faces in the tide of rise and fall Do they wonder where we have gone Do they think of us at all Will they recognize us now In those perfect clothes and gowns Do they wonder what we're doing here On this side of town Hey hey, you can't go back Hey hey, you can't go back