| There’s a boy across the street |
| He’s just trying to find his way |
| Coming over to my house |
| I see him every day |
| His mum and dad are busy |
| They never have the time |
| To listen to his feelings |
| What’s playing on his mind |
| All the children stand like statues |
| On the street where I was born |
| It’s a street where nothing changes |
| But the road where I come from |
| Now the cherry blossom’s falling |
| And the nights are drawing in |
| Oh, I’m standing here, I’m frozen |
| As the world goes 'round again |
| The playground bell keeps ringing |
| A moving van appears |
| A change about to happen |
| That we haven’t seen for years |
| A family’s moving in |
| I never thought I’d see |
| On the street where nothing changes |
| A girl that looks like me |
| I watch her from across the street |
| I don’t know what to say |
| Time will tell if we’ll be friends |
| But that’s another day |
| All the children stand like statues |
| On the street where I was born |
| It’s a street where nothing changes |
| But the road where I come from |
| Now the cherry blossom’s falling |
| And the nights are drawing in |
| Oh, I’m standing here, I’m frozen |
| As the world goes 'round again |
| Don’t change nothing at all |
| Street lights lead me back home |
| Am I dreaming? |
| Is it morning? |
| Am I still here? |
| Am I gone? |
| All the children stand like statues |
| On the street where I was born |
| It’s a street where nothing changes |
| But the road where I come from |
| Now the cherry blossom’s falling |
| And the nights are drawing in |
| Oh, I’m standing here, I’m frozen |
| As the world goes 'round again |
| Now the cherry blossom’s falling |
| And the nights are drawing in |
| Oh, I’m standing here, I’m frozen |
| As the world goes 'round again |
| And we all go 'round again |