Sidewalk Chalk - Anna Graceman

We all start off so young

We all start off so innocent

Used to think that time moved slow

Now we don’t know where it went

Why do we have to grow up?

Why do we have to get old?

There’s just some things I don’t wanna give up, you know?

Like lemonade stands

People’d give us money even when it tasted bad

We didn’t have any plans, and we were fine with that

When my invisible friend and I talked

And we’d color the streets with imagined things and all of our dreams

In sidewalk chalk

We all get lost sometimes

We all get a little off the path

That’s usually how you find yourself

One day you’ll look back and you’ll laugh

Why do we have to grow up?

Why do we have to get old?

There’s just some things I don’t wanna give up, you know?

Like those clear, cold nights

We’d bundle up and count the stars in sight

We were freezing but we were fine with that

When that friend and I used to talk

And we’d color the streets with imagine things and all of our dreams

In sidewalk chalk

First we’re too young for things

Then we’re too old for things

Then we’re supposed to forget those things

And turn the page once we hit a certain age

But I don’t wanna move on

And I won’t ever forget

Cause those things they make me who I am

Like how we’d run down the halls

Singing songs so loud you could hear us through the walls

Didn’t know the words but we were fine with that

Then we’d sit on the pavement and talk

And color the streets with imagined things and all of our dreams

In sidewalk chalk