text: 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 Im looking for a piece of my past
  On these streets that I once knew but
  Hey hey, you cant go back
  Hey hey, you cant 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 ones young forever
  Well I just laughed
  I turned to leave around the corner
  And the years went past
  Now Im looking for a piece of myself
  On the same streets that I once knew but
  Hey hey, you cant go back
  Hey hey, you cant 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 theres 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 were doing here
  On this side of town
  Hey hey, you cant go back
  Hey hey, you cant go back