اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Golden streets
have turned to gray,
I wish that i could get away
But there aint nowhere to go
'cept this long tough road
i hoe i look ahead
for better times
happiness no longer
somehow i will forge ahead
to the future that i dread
[Chorus:]
Dread! Dread!
to the future that i dread
who'll be there
to pick me up
when im down and out of luck
lying down there
on the ground
feeling so restrained and bound
must break free
of this rope
live within
a glimpse of hope
somehow i will go ahead
to the future that i dread
