I want a place where sidewalk ends The roads are straight and no bends The Grass grows tender soft and white The Sun burns gentle crimson bright The moon-bird rests from its dreary flight the peppermint wind blows cool and slight. It is a pasture wide and green I am looking and looking for it And yet to be seen
Let me be free and go past from where the black smoke rules the roost Dreams are shatterd and Hopes go bust the streets are full of pits the Potholes are allowed to grow let me walk a walk however measured and slow