I was talking to this girl, we used to play in a band
Every word she said was ten years too late
Walking down Memory Lane
Another girl started talking 'bout the things we had
Good times -Fun times — All she recalled
I’m not sure that it really happened at all
Walking down Memory Lane (Down, down Memory Lane)
Everybody started talking 'bout the songs we wrote
And I said: «For fuck sake, get a grip on yourselves»
Walking down Memory Lane (Down, down Memory Lane)
I was sinking fast, they were living in the past
I was really bored, so bored with them all
I left them sitting down Memory Lane
And started running on another road
With a brand new song in my head:
Burning down Memory Lane (Burn down Memory Lane)