Walking down this well known street nturning 'round for ladies feet nlike you did so many years ago nsitting in that street cafe nwhere you had your cup of tea ncome on boy don't get sentimental now neverything changed but you didn't move on nand the only fact is nthat you're fifteen years older now nnNo use to turn out the lights nyou feel so depressed inside nwhen you think of your wasted years at night nnStanding in your discotheque nlook since hours straight ahead nplay the part of some young and lonesome star nintroverted more and more nwaiting for a small hello npeople next to you they seem so far nbut deep inside you made love to the world n'cause your imagination nwas bigger than reality nnNo use to turn out... nnWhen you came into that town nyou found everything so fine nall your projects shall be realized nbut your day-dreams strangled you nkept you from what you had to do nand life went on while you were paralysed nheaven knows you would give all you have nfor the change to go back to those ndays for a new beginning nnNo use to turn out... nnWalking down... nnBetter you leave the places of your past n'cause dreamers love cities nand cities hate dreamers nnNo use to turn out...