Silverstein - Forever and a day

There is a place where the sidewalk ends, 
and before the street begins, 
and there grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns oh so bright,
and there the moon and bird rest from this flight,
to cool and help prevent winds. 
Let us leave this place where the smoke grows black and dark street winding paths,
past the pits where the ashfault flowers grow,
she'll walk with a walk that is measured in slow 
and watch where the chalk white arrows go, 
there's a place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes, we'll walk with a walk that is measured in slow,
and we'll go where the chalk white arrows go,
to show them they mark,
to show them they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.