Jan 20, 2006 02:28
today i had a dramatic moment. i was walking on the road when i decided
to take a more direct path to my destination. i stepped from the curb
into the dust. as i walked the barren ground, the wind picked up and
seemed to give all of its might to keep me back. and i heard these
words:
If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing somday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way
and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it's lookin' 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 she is asleep 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 there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say "enough is enough"
if you walk away I 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'd think after 25 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 or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
"If you love something give it away"
A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away
I've grown 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
Sayin' let me walk away,
please.
You'll be free, child, once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away 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
I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to.
and then i stepped back into my place on the asphalt. someone opened
the door and smiled at me, and i stepped out of the wind and into the
shelter. i took off my headphones as my chest heaved and then went
empty. one last phrase; i'm wide awake, its morning.
i wanted to run, but didn't know where.