He was one of the few true rebels, a smalltown bomber
  Drew his final tag and ran out of sight
  And he was no simple thief or dirty robber
  21 years of age he kissed the world goodnight
    He said I'm leaving
  I've seen it all
  Your name is written on the wall
    2 o'clock in a weak condition
  Riding on his bike thru the old neighbourhood
  Accept the truth see the death of a vision
  Wondering about the things he never understood
    Soul scars and homeward bound
  When all your dreams are falling dead to the ground
  Soul scars and grinding pain
  Old friend, memories remain