My best friend lived in this house And we played ball in the street after school God knows how he's living now I head his mom lost the house and had to move And sure, it's looking better these days Well it's hard to believe And this ain't the way it was back in 1993 And those weren't better days But they still meant something mean When we was kids out in the streets Now there was a market on the corner, it was next to the car wash And lazy weeping willow across the street in the light Where the old men played dominoes on those hot summer days Sweatin' the Wild Irish Rose out in the shade And from Wedgewood to Granny White Oh, and, Belmont to 8th All these songs was broke into a host of sights and shapes And that was lower-end livin' Back when life was cheap When we was kids out in the streets Now it's gone, blown on a lonely wind of change Now I feel like I miss it most Just 'cause I never thought that it could change So I hear things are moving west these days Same old cut and pasting, just filling the blanks Standing here right now, though it brings a lot of pain I smile when I think, yesterday Back when life was something Like 1, 2, 3 When we was kids out in the streets