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
