Pennywise Homesick

I walk down my old street Used to be home for me and Now there s spraypaint on the walls I see a house that at one time looked nice But now it is abandoned There s nothing left at all So why, why must we let our chances fly When oh when oh will we ever see hope again Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when Our city used to be such a beautiful place Now you can t walk down the street The same and think you ll see the same My hands are in the air It makes no sense to me