What if all the street lights turned red
And refused to change their ways
What if all the people in their quick-paced cars
Stopped their fast-paced ways and listened
To the creaks in their grandmothers' houses
What if they learned to love their own ghosts
They might finally see the wisdom in a child's eyes
What if they smiled for days gone by
And they called all those friends and lovers
They'd once lost to rush of it all
What if they all sat down to a wooden table
With bare feet tickling grass in glistening summer heat
What if they took the time to laugh a while
To dance free and wild and sing to the songs of youth
But what if the lights changed their minds
And what if they returned once more
To the fluorescent green of daily bustle
Perhaps the people would miss the hurry
What if they all went back too?