Mitchell Street Blues

I'm walking 'round old Arlington on a clear and cloudless day
Saw a long path by a ball field that seemed to call my name
Passed a lady with a crusty Chihuahua who gave me a little grin
I smiled right back at him and passed the gap amongst the fence

And I wonder what ol' T would do
Back in old '02
If he was walkin' around, kickin' down
These Mitchell Street blues

I balance on some bleachers rusting softly in the sun
Then go up near the road where the traffic runs and runs
For a moment I outpace the cars before they all drive off
I kicked a soggy pretzel sadly smushed into the sidewalk

And I wonder what ol' Searce would do
Back in '82
If he was walkin' around, kickin' down
These Mitchell Street blues

My thoughts tumble between what I want and what I need
Someone speeds by and leaks the reek of weed
Pass on by a public school, there's some kids out in a field
I say a silent prayer that all will be revealed

And I wonder what ol' Vern would do
Way back in '62
To be walkin' around, kickin' down
These Mitchell Street blues

And then I looked up in the sky
And saw an airplane going by
Considered that, from up there
None of this has any meaning
Cos this timeline that we share
Is both approaching and receding