Buchanan Avenue

It's past midnight here in Athens And there's really nothing much to do So I lie here in the darkness And stare at the walls of the room I can't help questioning the wisdom Of the things I heard from you Like everything happens for a reason How are you so sure that's true? I'm out here on some foreign landscape One thing I know to be true There are no roads that lead back to what we had On Buchanan Avenue Once I laid my cards out on the table I knew you'd call my bluff You've got everything you wanted now Why isn't that enough? The memories and the fallen leaves And these streets I shuffle through The summation of fears and this pool of tears Is that I've seen the last of you I'm out here on some foreign landscape One thing I know to be true There are no roads that lead back to what we had On Buchanan Avenue We can't go back We can't go back No, we just can't go back