As we walk through the streets of anotherMayberry deead leaves blowInto windows and crackle underneath our feetAnd as I look into the distanceStreets and cars carry the sunshineOver the rainbowInto my backyard.Clotheslines, anthills and peopleWho think they work hard at life just becauseThey never ever miss a day.They can tell you nothing about everythingAnd he's a good boy isn't heWants to be just like everyone he loves.In another Mayberry you'll love the fashionsAll forgottenIn another Mayberry the milk's gone rottenAnd all the wells have dried.Did we leave something behindThe river there's a houseThe radio's playing but no one lives inside.....Its just a memory of a dreamI'll be with you once more under the stars.....