(Verse 1)
I drew a perfect hopscotch grid, right down by the tube
A masterpiece in number whites, for every passing boob
But the city wears its working boots and scuffs its heavy feet
And nothing drawn in fragile chalk can ever be complete

(Chorus)
And it's chalk on the pavement, waiting for the rain
A temporary kingdom, a momentary reign
We build our pretty castles knowing they can't ever stay
We make our mark most brightly just before it smudges away

(Verse 2)
A businessman in polished shoes, he trod right through my nine
He didn't even see it, on his straight and measured line
But a little girl in wellingtons, she gave a little hop
She grabbed the moment with a skip before the feeling stopped

(Chorus)
And it's chalk on the pavement, waiting for the rain...

(Bridge)
And isn't that the way of all we ever try to do?
Paint a picture, sing a song, or say "I love you"?
They're just vibrations in the air, or pigments on a wall
The most important things of all have no form at all

(Final Chorus - slower, more deliberate)
It's just chalk on the pavement... waiting for the rain...
A temporary kingdom...
(Fade out with soft, wordless harmonies)
