Waiting For Tomorrow

Here's an old story of a place I know well
It ain't exactly heaven, it ain't exactly hell
But this is the place that I grew up
Where dirty drinks and pissy lives are just a part of life
This ain't a place to live in, it's a place to survive
But this is the place where I grew up
Where the villains and the thieves and the benefit cheats
All get along quite happily
This is the place that I call home

In the shadow of the city we live our lives
Where there once was docks there's another high rise
This place don't feel much like home
It's hard to keep your chin up and your head down
So I don't blame no-one for doing what they can
Doing what it takes to leave this town
Where your hopes and your dreams are the only things free
I think the time has come to leave
This old place feels new to me

With the promise of good times to come
Keep the faith and wait for tomorrow

As we get older, the years pass us by
Hope starts to die as time is running out

Here's an old story about a place I used to know
Another concrete jungle, just another shit-hole
This is the place that I call home
I keep on trying to leave, where else is there to go?
The streets where I grew up, the streets are all I know
All these places I call my own
Where the people that I love all still live
Where I became a man from a kid
This is the place that I call home

With the promise of good times to come
Keep the faith and wait for tomorrow
As we get older, the years pass us by
Hope starts to die as time is running out
With the promise of good times to come
Keep the faith and wait for tomorrow
As we get older, the years pass us by
Hope starts to die as time is running out