Down the way from Lovers Lane
you'll find a lonely street,
where no one lives, yet many dwell
feeling incomplete.
A place of shadows, shades and ghosts,
of illusions, hopes, and sorrow;
a dead-end street, a cul-de-sac,
with no chance of tomorrow.
Dreamhomes stand abandoned there,
their mortgages foreclosed,
a cemetery standing where
the future was proposed.
This place is haunted by the souls
of those who come and tarry,
unable to forget lost love
or douse the torch they carry.
And though the people come and go,
there's no one there to meet:
Memory Lane is a lonely place,
a solitary street.
