Текст песни Spring Street - Cicala

Riding down the road on 17
Never had a moment to myself
Long hair, didn't care, 19
What the hell was he even whining about?

Found a picture of myself
I remember what I felt
If I could do this for a life time
But the walls cave in

Why is it so hard?
Now that you're gone

I'll meet you at the show on Spring Street
Screaming yelling bout what we really feel
Now that the years have past, it seems we
Never got the short end of the deal

Found a picture of ourselves
Sweating in our clothes yeah you can tell
If we could do this for a life time
But then we all die off

Why is it so hard?
Now that you're gone
Why is it so hard?
Now that you're gone

Why is it so hard?
Now that you're gone
Why is it so hard?
Now that you're gone