Same Streets ©2004 Richard March Shuffling down the same streets, sidewalk cracks and memories creep in Pushing through the concrete, dandelions and daydreams begin Good to see them growing, good to see I'm showing through Vacant lots been fenced off, backhoes breaking ground and building new. Sundown on the playground, no one wants to hear that supper call "Toss it to me once more! Betcha I can clear the old school wall" Now the nighttime's fallen, there's nobody calling him home Figured he'd keep playing, staying only left him here alone Corner turned and taken, making sure my memories come along Opened all my boxes, filled my pockets full and carried on Sidewalk cracks have crumbled, stumble onto dirt road, cities end Thankful for the good times, ready for some new ones to begin.