Raindrops on windows don't race anymore
Nothing is special about touching the floor
Pillows and blankets are kept stored away
The street is so quiet at the end of the day
No more bright colors along the side walk
Different people now live down the block
Holidays and birthdays just feel like the rest
It no longer matters what color i like best
Stuck in the past but forced to move on
All the old things are long past gone