Another five and ten cent morning
With angels circling and demons haunting
And the feeling of falling that wakes you from a dream
Looking back it's understood
Some things were bad and others good
I hope all of your red lights are turning green
Walking down the lane
Walking down the lane
Walking down Long Lane
There's no getting over somethings
Whatever we have we still want things
But I know where I'm from and who I am
A question mark in a thought balloon
A forgotten clown walked beneath the moon
I'm wondering if you remember him
Walking down the lane
Walking down the lane
Walking down Long Lane
When you walk in the rain you get wet
I still have what I took when I left
Did you take something to remember me
Walking down the lane
Walking down the lane
Walking down Long Lane