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 shouldnЎЇt stay,why donЎЇt I go?.
Each day hurts a little more.
It wonЎЇt be the same street anymore, since youЎЇve gone.
It wonЎЇt 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 canЎЇt run,from memories.
TheyЎЇre mine and they belong to me.
It wonЎЇt be the same street anymore.since youЎЇve gone.
It wonЎЇt be the same street anymore.
