Walnut Street Is Dead (Long Live Walnut Street)

This is where I've lived and learned, the place where I was born
And I will never leave it, I will never leave it

I know that you are headed to the west or some place else
It is your resting place, inside that safe escape

You scream out loud like siren sounds you’ve reached your final goal
Which is to have and hold

As for us, we’ve figured out exactly how to breathe
With vanishing lungs like these
So thank you new england trees
And the sidewalks of walnut street (two, three, four)