Lyrics

The wall on our block traps all the cars within
In the air there’s pollen mixed in with city grime
Trash blowing in the wind hanging on a tree limb
I watch my dreams float down a river of time

(Chorus)
It’s a dead end street (repeat)

Jasmine and Lemons compete for the same air
Burritos half eaten fill a dumpster each day
Out in the plaza people need change the spare
Around the corner rich tech kids have their way

(Chorus)