as we walk through the streets of another
mayberry dead leaves blow
into the windows and crackle underneath our fe
et and as i look into the distance
streets and cars carry the sunshine
over the rainbow
into my back yard.
clotheslines, anthills and people
who think they work hard at life just because
they never ever miss a day.
they can tell you nothin; about everything
and he’s a good boy isn’t he
wants to be just like everyone he loves.
in another mayberry you’ll love the fashions
in another mayberry the milk’s gone rotten
and all the wells have dried.
did we leave something behind
the river there’s a house
the radio’s playing but no one lives inside.
… it’s just a memory of a dream
i’ll be with you once more under the stars …