Well if the sidewalks talked,
what would they say?
'bout the sound,
love will so find a way.
Into the night,
from a wounded heart,
across the street
from Central Park.
Well if the sidewalks talked,
what would they say?
Would they just close their eyes?
Wipe the tears away.
Well if a stone could sing,
layman's blues
Would the melody,
reach me and you.
Would we understand, what goes down, without music playing, spread it on the ground.
Well if the stones could sing,
would we play our part?
Are would we just remain,
a change in the dark?
Well if sidewalks could pray,
to whom would they?
Cast their blades, watch the blood wash away.
Would the sun still shine?
On the broken glass,
until we have the right,
to even ask
Well if a wall could pray,
would it be worthwhile
Or is it truth, in a wounded smile?
well if the sidewalks talked
what would they say
if a wall could pray
would it mean anything
if the sidewalks talked
if the sidewalks talked
if the sidewalks talked
if the sidewalks talked