Where the sidewalks ends
There is a place where the sidewalks ends
And before the street begins'
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And the sun burns crimson bright,
And the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalts flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
The place where the sidewalk ends.
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."