I’ve seen the mist rising on a dry river bed – I knew the water lay there undetected
I’ve seen the clouds rising up behind your eyes – when you felt yourself unprotected
I’ve walked the shallow fields of your fallow mind – divining rod twitching in my hand
Searching for the soul that I never did find – yet I’m contended just to be your man
And when I don’t know what to do, I start walkin’ back to you
I had my feet in the blocks when the starter’s gun fired
And I know I’m s’posed to run – but I’m just too damn tired, and so I’m walkin’
My folks they sent me off to college to get ‘starched and pressed’
They hoped I’d come out lookin’ just like all of the rest – I started walkin’
I closed my books and started walkin’
‘Cuz when I don’t know what to do, I start walking back to you
When I look at my friends – I don’t like what I see
All them ugly bastards – they look just like me – I started walkin’
I pitched my tent in the sand – thought I’d sleep by the shore
Thought I’d be saved by the waves, but I don’t think so no more
‘Cuz I saw that the sea’s a wet desolate plain
And all the screams in my dreams are causing way too much pain
I started walkin’, just walkin’
‘Cuz when I don’t know what to do, I start walkin’ back to you
The scent of your dreams is like a sulfurous cloud – you find your isolation in the heart of a crowd
I don’t know dust from ashes – can’t tell ashes from dust
But all I can do – is to do what I must
And when I don’t know what to do, I start walkin’ back to you
I am floored by this piece, it’s evocative, and both at once—hard-hitting and softly treading.
Lyrics? I think easily so. Bravo!
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