The bridges are [bad word]  
The water soaks into rocks, 
That fell at the bottom of the road. (At the end of time) 
They'll tell me we lived in the memory shakin up hard, 
From the weeds that grow. 

Over the sidewalks, [bad word] away from the streets we knew, 
Sidewalks, 
Like the time we thought was made for you. 
Or 

Out on the front porch, 
watching the cars that stay goin by, 
Eighteen blue, twenty one grey, 
Looking ahead for the first time that we could drive, 
Out on our own, 
To speed away 

From the sidewalks, [bad word] away from the streets we knew, 
Sidewalks, 
Like the time we thought was made for you. 
Or 

Home of days that past us by, 
Home of the son is gone... 
Away 

Sidewalks, [bad word] away from the streets we knew, 

Sidewalks, [bad word] away from the streets we knew, 
Sidewalks, 
Like the time we thought was made for you. 
(Sidewalks) 
The bridges are [bad word]  
(Sidewalks) 
The water soaks into rocks, 
That fell at the bottom of the road.