Galbraith Street

I woke up on Galbraith Street where the houses stood like twins, oh and even though the door’s been closed I can find a way to get back in* For in daydreams, my mind returns like a ghost upon the hill as I knock upon old doors again and find my friends all live there still So many good times to speak of in a life, but none compared to the good times I had there. The world looks so much brighter when you believe in every word Now I’m holding on to all those years like a tear before it falls unheard So many goodbyes to speak of in a life but none compared to the goodbyes I said there The sun went down on Galbraith Street, I saw it from my childhood bed, as the red and gold brick houses stood underneath a crimson sky that bled