George's Corner

At the corner of 2nd and L streets, there used to be nothing at all
 Railroad tracks on the south side, to the west the substation wall
 Now there are baskets full of plants and flowers, carefully arranged
 And big rocks splashed with colors, of day-glo fluorescent paint
 When I drive by George's Corner, it always puts a smile upon my face
 We each could pick a corner of our own to try to make a better place
 I don't know if George is homeless, he rides a bike everywhere
 With grizzled beard, and baseball cap, pulled over shortcropped hair
 His face is worn and weathered, he's got periwinkle eyes
 A gardener, a neighbor, an artist, he works and beautifies
 When I drive by George's Corner, it always puts a smile upon my face
 We each could pick a corner of our own to try to make a better place
 Most of us are rushing 'round, commanded by the calendar and clock
 No time to improve things, or wonder when the treadmill's gonna stop
 When I drive by George's Corner, it always puts a smile upon my face
 We each could pick a corner of our own to try to make a better place
 The corner changes with the seasons, sometimes from week to week
 He's out there in the autumn chill, or the burning summer heat
 I've seen pink carnations, verdant ferns, and golden marigolds
 Sometimes it's just rocks and sticks in the winter when it's cold
 When I drive by George's Corner, it always puts a smile upon my face
 We each could pick a corner of our own to try to make a better place