i woke up on galbraith street where the houses stood like twins 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