I walk alone down a busy street
A broken sidewalk under my feet
I see it is cracked and crumbling
Looks like the earth is rumbling
Does the concrete feel like I do
When I think about me and you
How did it fall into disrepair
I wonder does anybody care
Did the pressure of city produce the first crack
Was there a subcommitee that sought to bring it back
Was it the roots of dissention underneath the surface
Things I don’t mention that I hope no one will notice
Looking at the ground I see my soul
Cracked and beaten by the cold
My hope is crumbling underneath
I feel I am broken and can’t breathe
Did the pressure of the city produce the first crack
Was there a subcomittee that sought to bring me back
Is it the roots of dissention underneath the surface
Things that I don’t mention that I hope no one will notice
I walk alone beside a busy street
A broken sidewalk beneath my feet
Every crack and every line
Every memory of mine
Did the pressure of life cause me to crack?
Or was it the knife that stabbed me in the back?
Roots of my lies underneath the surface
Growing in size while going unnoticed