The Sidewalks

I've only got twenty dollars left in my pocket
And your picture in my wallet
It's ripping at the seams
That you gave to me
When we were twenty-three

I've already gone a thousand miles
In half as many days
But I've yet to find a sight half as pretty
As your face
The angels on the hill
Keep me closer to you still

But I still smell your perfume in the trees
And I still hear you singing in the breeze
And I wish that you'd come back to sing just
One more song for me

I've already worn out the rubber
On the bottom of my shoe
Walking on the sidewalks I used to walk with you
And everything we knew
When we were twenty-two

I've already spent half the money
That I kept in my jeans
Yes sir, I spent it all on various things
To keep my head free
Of the floating memories

But I still hear you singing in the wind
And I still feel your fingers on my skin
And I still wish you'd come back to sing me
One more song again

Time still marches on, aging everything
My mother, and my father, and my sister, and me
And yet in funny ways
Some things never change

Like the way that I (you)
Still smell your (my) perfume in the trees
And I (you) still hear you (me) singing in the breeze
And I (you) still wish you'd (I'd) come back
To sing just one more song
For me (you)