Problem In Paradise

I have found my problem in paradise
 All I hear is the sound of strays roaming
 The streets where we all go to play
 The streets where we all hope to live one day
 But until then, I guess I'll have to wait
 Watching days go by
 Hoping I'm still wise
 By the time I leave
 It's queer how much I love it here
 So you look me in the eye
 And tell me you're leaving
 Well that much I could surmise
 And I've known for a while
 Let's at least go out in style, oh
 Rain still falls on the beaches
 Clouds still gray the day
 Lessons still don't teach us
 We pull ourselves away
 Grass still fades whichever side you think you roam
 It's clear now that I never really left my home
 Rain still falls on the beaches
 Clouds still gray the day
 Lessons still don't teach us
 We pull ourselves away
 We pull ourselves away