where the roads don't go

2 - begin

they're fixing the roads and the sidewalks these days

since they're broken and crumbled in so many ways

all the cracks i remember are covered for good

all the cracks from my days in this neighborhood

i'm cutting my hair a lot shorter this time

and i like how it no longer falls in my eyes

and i might grow it out in a year, maybe two

but you won't recognize me the way i know you

i often confuse the beginnings and ends

amidst breaking connections and making amends

but the sun rises over the city today

a beginning sounds nice - yes, i like it that way

and i'm high flying, i won't be held down

not now and not ever - not this time around

i'm free and i'm open in so many ways

yes, they're fixing the roads and the sidewalks these days