The youth remains
Tattooed on my spirit
So now I will try to return, with all my might
Where the sun burns, crimson bright

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
For Shel told us so, this is the way, our walk must go
A glorious journey, it will be I know
We will walk slow

So we'll strut our stuff
Myself and childhood friends
Yes we will all escape
*To the place where the sidewalk ends