Ferris Street Songtext

von Beau

The memories had begun to fade
Until the story was relayed
By someone whom I chanced to meet
Of what he'd seen of Ferris Street –
Of what he'd seen of Ferris Street.

And so it was that I returned
To see the street that I had spurned
And from its grip my presence torn,
From Ferris Street where I was born –
From Ferris Street where I was born.

A hundred years the wind has blown
The dust across the cobblestones.
It even blew their hopes aside
For here they stayed and here they died –
For here they stayed and here they died.

But time has brought the last defeat,
And here I stand on Ferris Street;
The iron girders red with rust,
The stonework lying in the dust –
The stonework lying in the dust...

Of Ferris Street.