Must have been, Mid afternoon.
I could tell, by how far,
the child's shadow stretched out and.
He, walked with a purpose,
In his sneakers, Down the street he had.
Ma-ny questions, Like children often do.
(still no chord)
"Tell me all your thoughts on God"
"Tell me am I very far?"
Must have been, Late afternoon.
On our way, The sun broke free of the clouds.
We, count only blue cars,
Skip the cracks, In the street and ask,
Ma-ny questions, Like children often do
(no chord)
"Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cuz I would really like to meet her.
It's getting cold, Picked up the pace.
How our shoes, Make hard noises in this place.