I want to walk the streets again
under a lamplight moon.
The two of us standing there
walking a silent tune.

The night grew long
but we are young.
Let’s walk the streets again
before life is done.

The sun comes up
and we are through.
But day is short
soon I’ll be with you.

Our own little world,
full of concrete and crickets.
But to us, my dear,
these are just tickets.

Tickets to something better
under a sweet summer sky.
So come with me
and sing a silent lullaby.

The summer ends
like we knew it would.
I sing our lullaby no longer
though I know I should.

I miss you still,
I wonder if you miss me too.
I hear the crickets calling
and I hope you always will.