Walking,
Walking back to you.
Yeah I'm walking not crawling back to you.
Eating
Ive not been eating well.
Sleeping
Not to much of that going on.
I'm immune to rhyme or reason.
I'll trudge on through the seasons.
I'm walking not crawling back to you.
Donkey - I've got no donkey
Pony - I'm on the Shanksie kind
Pedals - there's no pedals on me
Any form of wheeled transport won't agree
You know I wont even take the bus
I certainly won't fly
That way I will still be walking
On the day you die.
Cos I'm walking not crawling back to you.
Walking not crawling back to you.
Sleeping? - I'm in Slumberdown land with a nice warm duvet
Eating? - Just hand me down that horse on a plate with egg and chips
Hand me down my walking shoes
Hand me down that cane
Oh I'm walking so I wont see you again.
You see:
You could be two feet away
I would just turn around.
Circumnavigation is what I'm about right now
And I'm walking not crawling back to you.