Story of the Year - Sidewalks

^AThe bridge is al^Bl crumbled. The water soaks i^C#mnto rocks ^Athat fell at the bo^Bttom of the r^C#moad (At the end of the town) ^AThe town that we ^Blived in. The memories sha^C#mken apart from the weeds that grow

^EOver the sidewalks, ^AsusRunning away from the stre^Eets we knew,^{C#m E}Sidewalks, ^AsusLike the time we thought was made^E for you.^C#m