This is the bed where we used to make love
   This is a friend from the apartment above
   This is the lounge with our table and chairs and dinner for two
   Now here we can see about half of her face
   But this was before we had fixed up our place
   Here is the street and the front of the house
   With our name on the bell
  
   And the story goes on, like the photographs show
   Running over and over with no place to go
   For I'm caught in a street where life's on repeat
   And always the same
   In Memory Lane, down Memory Lane
  
   Here is the bride - it was sometime in June
   The summer was warm, now here is the groom
   Just a couple of kids at the mercy of life
   But so much in love
   And the family grows like a blossoming tree
   Here's number one, he takes after me
   And here's number two in her favourite dress and dinner for four
  
   And the story goes on, like the photographs show
   Running over and over with no place to go
   For I'm caught in a street where life's on repeat
   And always the same
   In Memory Lane, down Memory Lane
  
   And the memories flow, running out of control
   Like a vision of heaven to a runaway soul
   For I'm caught in a street where life's on repeat
   And always the same
   In Memory Lane
   Down Memory Lane