Dana Kent Gallup - The End of Main Street lyrics

The chill of a winter morn freezes, As our toes shiver while we cuddle, Our trees would become our nestled homes, But our aching limbs leave us to quiver, We've clawed to the top of this city, As we grasped for cubby holes, But the bark is slick as a shiny rock, And our homes become our endless woe, Without holes we'll dig into disparity, As we dig and dig into the trunks, Up and down we scurry through the limbs, We pace frantically until we slump, The ground would leave us frost bitten, Without a nestled home to snuggle warmth, We dare not stand still at the bottom, We may become like a withered stump, We struggle to the tree-tops swaying, Like belly dancers to and fro, We could become like the homeless, Lest there's nowhere for us squirrels to go, Throughout the hustling in this city I've seen, Trash cans topple and aching feet, It would leave us dying amongst the ma**es, Of the people strewn at the end of Main Street, We hurriedly jump from tree to tree, Of loneliness and frozen branch, We'll search and search frantically, Until we reach warmth at a glance, Of the sun's rays that have shone atop, They have left us warmth day to day, But without our friend aglow, We'll perch alone at the top in disarray. Oh! Without a home we'll surely die, Without a home our tears will freeze, We'll become like the Statues on Main, I hope we don't fall like the leaves.