Walking
An old man is troubled by the site of ice
An empty bottle of OE rolls into the street
As the sun bounces of a snowbank
Cars go by silently
Muted by the music in my head
As I walk the streets of Toga
Into something new I tread
An empty bottle of OE rolls into the street
As the sun bounces of a snowbank
Cars go by silently
Muted by the music in my head
As I walk the streets of Toga
Into something new I tread