This is the story at the crosswalk: the cars drive right up on my shoes
These days bad days are common The city is changing
A jackhammer bounces off the walls and bounces back to me in stereo

The sidewalk is fresh, the cement shines
I write your name next to mine

Bridges take years to build but they begin to fall apart with a few days of heavy traffic
I like tall buildings, but it's disconcerting when they grow up in groups, dies in the centre

The sidewalk is fresh, the cement shines
I write your name next to mine

The city strikes The garbage lines up
Bags bloat all night, bloom when the sun comes up
I make a fist and punch the crosswalk pole--the cars stop

I reach the sidewalk with an expected sense of relief from dodging cars and kicking cartons
I have faith in some things, like the constant ringing in my ears,
Still, I think good days are coming

The city is changing, the cement shines
I write your name next to mine