The blacktop to these city streets
Has so much to say
Daily trampled under feet
As the conversation goes both ways

Standing at the crosswalk
Always in a hurry
As I watch the corner coffee shop patrons
Seem to leisure with no worries

While walking along the sidewalk
I hear a voice wish me good morning
Along with a word of warning
About the afternoon storm that's coming

From the giving to the taking
All that's left to say
Is these city streets take more from me
Than I could ever give away

Same routine day after day
Where left always seems right
As I make my way onto Main
The Broadway comes to mind