"Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways Well, I love to photograph your hand Andshake it for a while 'Cause you learn so much about someone A brother or a swine The veins that plough beneath your path With so many tales to tell Picture out of focus in a frame where no one cares Calm the ocean breeze, quiet the raging sea This stormy ship we sail is a bottle filled with rage Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways Well, we walked upon the railroad 'Cause the train no longer ran Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed From the stars that filled your eyes With a dollar in your only coat And a fireball in your hand You set your sails for better days Down in South Australia Dark though it has been there Your old spirit still shines within These last thirteen years depraved, uh Of us anything that's worth saying Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways So raise a cheer to those forgotten years Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways Now the carnival is going home The ferris wheel is spent For those roving years of endless jeers Have dried all that was left Calm the ocean breeze and quiet the raging sea This stormy ship we sail is a bottle filled with rage Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways, separate ways Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways"

Only regret...