(no subject)
if you walk away, i’ll walk away
first tell me which road you will take
i don’t want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way, i’ll walk this way
and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
and it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it’s looking this way
and the moon’s laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue “walk this way, no, walk this way”
and you always used to sleep in my bed
as i’m leaving she wakes up and says
“i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
baby don’t go away, come here.”
and this kid’s playing guns in the street
and one’s pointing his tree branch at me
so i put my hands up, and say, “enough is enough,
if you walk away, i’ll walk away.”
and he shot me dead.
i found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues
it will pass away like a slow parade
it’s leaving but i don’t know how soon
and the world’s got me dizzy again
you think after twenty-two years i’d be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when i stay in one place
so i’m always pacing around, walking away.
and i’m drinking the ink from my pen
and i’m balancing history books up on my head
and it all boils down to one quotable phrase:
“if you love something give it away.”
a good woman would pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for a possible heart
and you may be offended, you may be afraid
but don’t walk away, don’t walk away.
we made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from televised war
and in that deafening pleasure i thought i heard something say,
“if we walk away, they’ll walk away.”
but greed is s bottomless pit
and our freedom is a joke, we’re just taking a piss
and the whole world must watch the sad comic display
if you’re still free start running away
we’re coming for you
gonna read it out
i’m growing tired of holding this pose
i feel more like a stranger each time i come home
so i’m making a deal with the devils of fame
saying, “let me walk away. please.”
you’ll be free, child, once you have died
from the shackles of language in measurable time
and then we can trade places
play musical graves
tell them, “walk away, walk away, walk away.”
so i’m up at dawn
putting on my shoes
i just want to make a clean escape
i’m leaving, but i don’t know where to
yeah i’m leaving, but i don’t know where to.
first tell me which road you will take
i don’t want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way, i’ll walk this way
and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
and it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it’s looking this way
and the moon’s laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue “walk this way, no, walk this way”
and you always used to sleep in my bed
as i’m leaving she wakes up and says
“i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
baby don’t go away, come here.”
and this kid’s playing guns in the street
and one’s pointing his tree branch at me
so i put my hands up, and say, “enough is enough,
if you walk away, i’ll walk away.”
and he shot me dead.
i found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues
it will pass away like a slow parade
it’s leaving but i don’t know how soon
and the world’s got me dizzy again
you think after twenty-two years i’d be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when i stay in one place
so i’m always pacing around, walking away.
and i’m drinking the ink from my pen
and i’m balancing history books up on my head
and it all boils down to one quotable phrase:
“if you love something give it away.”
a good woman would pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for a possible heart
and you may be offended, you may be afraid
but don’t walk away, don’t walk away.
we made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from televised war
and in that deafening pleasure i thought i heard something say,
“if we walk away, they’ll walk away.”
but greed is s bottomless pit
and our freedom is a joke, we’re just taking a piss
and the whole world must watch the sad comic display
if you’re still free start running away
we’re coming for you
gonna read it out
i’m growing tired of holding this pose
i feel more like a stranger each time i come home
so i’m making a deal with the devils of fame
saying, “let me walk away. please.”
you’ll be free, child, once you have died
from the shackles of language in measurable time
and then we can trade places
play musical graves
tell them, “walk away, walk away, walk away.”
so i’m up at dawn
putting on my shoes
i just want to make a clean escape
i’m leaving, but i don’t know where to
yeah i’m leaving, but i don’t know where to.