New York City, 1988

standing in the Chelsea rain

with a small suitcase

I used to walk invisible

and the only time I felt recognized

was when I saw myself reflected

in your loving eyes

now I'm looking for a piece of my past

on these streets that I once knew but…


Hey hey, you can't go back

hey hey, you can't go back


Now I used to have the kind of luck

that went from bad to worse

a gypsy on the waterfront

she told me I was cursed

she said no one's young forever

well I just laughed

I turned to leave around the corner

and the years went past

now I'm looking for a piece of myself

on the same streets that I once knew but…


Hey hey, you can't go back

hey hey, you can't go back


How can everything look so different

how can everything look so the same

thru an open window I hear a record playing

“Who will stop the rain”

Now there's a river

of faces in the tide of rise and fall

do they wonder where we have gone

do they think of us at all

will they recognize us now

in those perfect clothes and gowns

do they wonder what we're doing here

on this side of town


Hey hey, you can't go back

hey hey, you can't go back