Cities

CITIES Quietly, quietly The cars' headlights are stars, you see As the city comes creeping Silently, silently The moon looks over her shoulder At the grass lands Turned into boulders So come to me Run with me Roll in the grass with me Until the grass turns gray with concrete Until the grass lands are gold with lights of the ones they hold So come to me Run with me Roll in the grass with me Until the grass turns gray with concrete