Written by don gibson.I still live on the same street,that we lived on.The same old street,where memories were made on.I shouldn’t stay,why don’t I go? .Each day hurts a little more.It won’t be the same street anymore, since you’ve gone.It won’t be the same street anymore.Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.See all familiar places, where we talked before.But I can’t run,from memories.They’re mine and they belong to me.It won’t be the same street anymore.since you’ve gone.It won’t be the same street anymore.