Where The Sidewalk Goes

Where the sidewalk goes

Nobody really knows

Into black smoke, I suppose,

Follow the chalk-white arrows

That’s where the sidewalk goes.

The asphalt flowers no longer grow

And we walk with a walk not measured or slow

We walk with a walk that wobbles and shakes

Out where the children go

Every aching step we take,

is where the sidewalk goes.

And no one knows, oh no one knows,

Just exactly where it goes,

And whether on the other side

those asphalt flowers grow.

But no matter what happens next,

I think this decision is the best;

To walk where the sidewalk goes

Into the abyss of the unknown

Not measured and slow or shaky and wary,

We can’t have fear, it’s not that scary

We need to be bold, we need to be merry

For that very thing will save us

Trust me— we must, we MUST

Walk with a walk that is fearless and bold

Be not afraid of what you were told;

For everyone, ages young and old knows,

We must walk where the sidewalk goes.