On a dark street on a cold night pizza's cooking in a storefront oven
On the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and
Desperate some hidden sadness has bound down
Attention is all over town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound

If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs
If these walls could talk they would say they would have seen it coming all along, all along
Tony's making slice pies for the lunch rush stirring the sauce pounding out
The dough his brother left town with his girl she ain't his girl no more

And some days they never seem to end so mundane in this old town
In his home town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound.
And If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs
If these walls could talk they would say

They would have seen it coming all along, all along, all along
May all these walls be made in all our wasted years and days
Not stand in our way that we may feel the winds of change (change, turn it up)
(Change, turn it up)

(Change, turn it up)
And If these walls could sing they would sing us a hundred songs
If these walls could talk they would say
They would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along

They would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along
They would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along
They would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along
They would have seen it coming, coming, coming all along, all along

Copyright: TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): BRYAN T KIENLEN, GREGORY A ATTONITO, MICHAEL H MCDERMOTT, PETER WILLIAM STEINKOPF