Walking in old city street
Old street lamps lights
Gives me that old chill
That I forgot long before
Walking down on the street
Surrounded by old houses
Everything seems so familiar
I stop before and old house
And hear a voice so rude
Drunkard father yelling
At his wife and boys
Scene, like from my memories
That I don't want to meet
I keep walking down searching
For what? I don't know
But it feels like I will understand
If I get to it in the end
So I keep going down and down
I hear a laugh and stop
Near house old and small
Family talking and laughing
It is what I am looking for
I run to house and get in
But no one is there
So I'm all alone again
And I wake up from my sleep
And it's just a dream
But I have that familiar feeling in
  Loneliness within.