Where is the house with the iron fence? Bordered by parks and tenements Where is the shop with the hobby sign? Down the 57 line Walking around the old streets and vacant blocks Drowning the mail in an old red letterbox Finally I'm letting go, I'm letting go Is it me, I'll never know, I'm letting go Where are the days that time forgot? Shadows long and nights too hot The only toys were guns and planes And paper boats sailed open drains Sipping coffee til we meet under the clocks Caught in between true romance and the rocks Finally I'm letting go, I'm letting go Is it me, I'll never know, I'm letting go