There are no trees that line this street

There are no trees that line this street

No cobblestones on this journey

Time is ticking and I get scared

But I tell myself not to worry

On most days I look away

To troubled by what I might see

The air is breathable and not too cold

So I guess that's good enough for me

But as the seasons come and go

I question where I've been

Looking back and looking forward

It all starts to blend in

There are no trees that line this street

No cobblestones on this journey

The days go by and the years go faster

So I tell myself 'we must hurry'