Rollin' down the sidewalk,
Down on Division Street.
I gotta walk it down to my job.
Cause' I got ends, I gotta make meet.

Yes I gotta car,
I just got no key.
I gotta pair of shoes,
I got two good feet,

They keep me rollin' down the sidewalk,
Down on Division Street.
I gotta layer of light, low hanging clouds,
To shade me from the July heat.

I gotta pair of shoes,
I got two good feet.
I gotta love that's true,
I gotta song that's sweet.

And it goes….
Lucky me,
I got the world upon my shoulders,
I got you to mend my broken back.
Lucky me,
Got all this time to make me older,
I got you to turn the pages back.

And that's all I ask,
All I ask of you,
But you give me more sweet more,
Yes you do.

There's a light in the window in your soul,
And I can see what lies inside.
So, pull me in and pull your shades down low,
Sanctuary where we hide.

Lucky me,
I got the world upon my shoulders,
I got you to mend my broken back.
Lucky me,
Got all this time to make me older,
I got you to turn the pages back.
And that's all I ask,
All I ask of you,
But you give me more sweet more,
Yes you do.