I was born on Silver Street I live on Wreckery Road I work in Turkey town Rusted junk lies all around The pictures have long been still The station posters peel At the end of someone's map Why don't the skies just open up And deliver me Deliver me Tell me what do you see Behind the door where hardships hide Is it what it seems Over endless seas and terrific tides Tell me what you feel On the street of dreams No strength left to riot Why won't the world just give and be quiet? The wreckers have gone No victory won No victory won No victory won Tell me what do you see Behind the door where hardship hides Tell me what you see Over endless seas and terrific tides Is it what it seems Behind the door where hardship lies Is it what it seems Over endless seas and terrific tides On the street of dreams On the street of dreams Wreckery Road is what it seems