There was no Mac Donald's in my town
We thought it unfair
We talked about this after school
One day a place like that opened
But not the real thing
I was different back then and it folded soon
I remember that day:
I love those lights, I love those lights
The smooth leather of seats
It looked like it but was not the real thing
I don't think it's important
Some kind of life (some kind of life)
Nothing to regret, still I'm sad, why? Still I'm sad, why?
Today is better than yesterday, still I'm sad, why?