I lived through months that passed me by And crossroads getting out of sight oh This voice keeps calling me My heart says yes, my head says no At least I forgot where I wanted to go oh I'm living young and wild and free Building these streets backwards Walking them down forward Picking up the pieces I have somewhere left I'm afraid of growing older reaching nothing Listening to the stories of lives I've never lived The earth kept turning without me I stop and stare but I never see oh Which of my words not meant to be Although I sometimes drown in doubts And I don't get the whereabouts oh I love to feel this synergy Building these streets backwards Walking them down forward Picking up the pieces I have somewhere left I'm afraid of growing older reaching nothing Listening to the stories of lives I've never lived oh Building these streets backwards Walking them down forward Picking up the pieces I have somewhere left I'm afraid of growing older reaching nothing Listening to the stories of lives I've never lived Of lives I've never lived Oh lives I've never lived