P.m… Bbm When we were young the future was so bright F# The old neighborhood was so alive C# And every kid on the whole damn street G# Was gonna make it big and not be beat Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn How can one little street Swallow so many lives Same chords but open, not P.m… Chances thrown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams Then back to same chords again Jamie had a chance, well she really did Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot Jay committed suicide Brandon OD'd and died What the hell is going on? The cruelest dream, reality Oh look the chorus again… Chances thrown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams *Solo* Chances thrown, nothing's free Longing for what used to be Still it's hard, hard to see Fragile lives, shattered dreams