I think there's a secret on the sidewalks,
where the broken become healed.
Where the riders meet one another,
and learn how to feel.

I learned something on the sidewalks,
not a bad thing in sight.
Then I saw a sign from the heavens,
and you left my sight.

I continued on the sidewalks,
riding my blues away.
Holding on with just one hand,
singing the words of Jhene.

Should I be wading,
the rest of my days?
If I see you tomorrow...
will you still love me?
Or just walk away?