The same streets eternal
It all feel the same and I can see myself in those young academics
sipping on the coffee and chatting away an hour or two
when I walk those streets I walked on for so many years ago
the feeling of homecoming is instant and eternal
feels like being held in the arms of someone you known forever
this is the only town I feel at home I know how to find my way
and the bittersweet taste of insight of time
nowhere else I feel my age - I’ve become old, a man middle-aged one
I know it’s over it’ll never be the same this is history and we are history
my feet is taking me forward and seconds, days and years is running outÂ
I close my eyes and I know where I am and this is the town everything somehow is about
every poem, every word never written somehow land on the cobblestones
