This is the tale I have to tell,
a song of belonging, a story of place.
These are the streets that I know so well.
This is the tale I have to tell
of falling in love at a walking pace
of falling under a sidewalk’s spell.
These are the streets that I know so well
that frame my life in this urban space
that ring to my step like a Sunday bell.
This is the tale I have to tell:
here’s where I stood, here I fell,
here’s where I found abiding grace.
These are the streets that I know so well
that it means more to live than just to dwell
because of the people who know my face.
When a home’s just a house that you have to sell
can the song of the sidewalk leave any trace?
That is the story I’ll have to tell.
These are the streets I must bid farewell.
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