Where my driveway ends

This is the place where my driveway ends

and before the highway begins

where the moon is shining and bright

and houses and light

and where the candy lays

Let me run from this place of boredom

and down the street,

jumping through all the piles of leaves

we stop, we wait, to make with the old ladys candy like thieves

we watch as the creepy old lady adjusts her sleeves

to the place where my driveway ends.

We shall have fun

steal her candy and run,

we knock, we run, we steal, then we sleep,

at the place where my driveway ends.