Waiting For Tomorrow

Here's an old story of a place I know well

It ain't exactly heaven it ain't exactly hell

But this is the place where I grew up

Where dirty rigs and pissy lifts were just a part of life

This ain't a place to leave in it's a place to survive

But this is the place where I grew up

Where the villains and the thieves and the benefit cheats

All get along quiet happily this is the place that I call home

In the shadow of the city we try to live our lives

Where there once was dock's there's another high rise

This place don't feel much like home

It's hard to keep your chin up and your head down

So I don't blame no one for doing what they can

Do what It takes to leave this town

Where your hopes and dreams are the only things free

I think the time has come to leave this old place feels new to me

With the promise of good times to come

Keep the faith and wait for tomorrow

As we get older the years pass us by

Hope starts to die as time is running out

Here's an old story about the place I used to know

Another concrete jungle, just another shit hole

This is the place that I call home

I keep on trying to leave it but where else is there to go

These streets where I grew up, these streets are all I know

All these places I cal my own

Where the people that I love all still live

Where I became a man from the kid

This is the place that I call home.