Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue berets
City-born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age ten, bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree and her poodle, she always gave a wave and holler
On her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor
(And she drew) men and women, kids and sunsets, clouds
(And she drew) skyscrapers, food stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers by they asked her why she passed the time
Attaching line to concrete but she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say, "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much."
Well, well, one year passed and believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, and she stopped
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today?"
She said, "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away
One two three, that's the speed of the seed
A B C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it, cause dreamers always chase but never get it
Lucy was thirty-seven, an introverted somebody
The basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue berets for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
(And she drew) little Bobby who would come to sweep the floor
(And she drew) the mailman delivered every day at four
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But found it suitable and she liked it that way
(She had a man now) Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a we
