I was walking around, just a face in the crowd Trying to keep myself out of the rain Saw a vagabond king wear a styrofoam crown Wondered if I might end up the same There's a man out on the corner, singing old songs about change Everybody got their cross to bare, these days
She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams To a motel room on the boulevard I guess she's trying to be James Dean She's seen all the disciples and all the wanna be's No one wants to be themselves these days Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days
These days - the stars seem out of reach These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets These days - are fast, nothing last in this graceless age There ain't anybody left but us these days
Jimmy shoes busted both his legs, trying to learn to fly From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes His mamma said he was crazy - he said mamma "I've got to try" Don't you know that all my heroes died And I guess I'd rather die than fade away
These days - the stars ain't out of reach But these days - there ain't a ladder on the streets These days - are fast, nothing lasts, it's a graceless age Even innocence has caught the midnight train And there ain't anybody left but us these days
I know Rome's still burning Though the times have changed This world keeps turning round and round and round and round These days
These days - the stars ain't out of reach These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets These days - are fast, nothing lasts There ain't no time to waste There ain't anybody left to take the blame And there ain't anybody left but us these days There ain't anybody left but us these days
Compositores: Richard S. Sambora, John Francis Bongiovi ECAD: Obra #21259761 Fonograma #12414134