Among the middle row of buildings on the east side of the street
In an anonymous neighborhood at the edge city's heat
Women on the sidewalk, watch their children play
Men across the fence lines, share a beer with stories of the day.
In backyards blowing out their candles and, with them, all the years.
As time has passed they have all moved, far, and farther from the block.
None has lived for ages there, tho forgotten is the clock
For as long a time may pass between the days from there to here
As far as any of them stretches, their family keeps them near.
Go and marry! Graduate and fly.
Home is where we are together, as we will be by and by.