One Foot In Front Of The Other

<br>If you walk away, I`ll walk away<br>First tell me which road you will take<br>`Cuz I don`t want to risk our paths crossing some day<br>So you walk that way, I`ll walk this way <br><br>The future hangs over our heads<br>And it moves with each current event<br>Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain<br>Just stay in when it`s looking this way<br><br>The moon`s laying low in the sky<br>Forcing everything metal to shine<br>And the sidewalk holds diamonds, <br>Like a jewlery store case<br>They argue walk this way, no, walk this way<br><br>Laura`s asleep in my bed<br>As I`m leaving she wakes up and says,<br>&quot;I dreamed you were carried away,<br>On the crest of a wave. Baby, don`t go away.<br>Come here.&quot;<br><br>There`s kid`s playing guns in the street<br>And one`s pointing his tree branch at me<br>So I put my hands up, I say &quot;Enough is enough.<br>If you walk away, I`ll walk away.&quot;<br>And he shot me dead<br><br>I found a liquid cure<br>For my land-locked blues<br>It will pass away, like a slow parade<br>It`s leaving, but I don`t know how soon<br><br>The world`s got me dizzy again<br>You`d think after 22 years I`d be used to the spin<br>But it only feels worse when I stay in one place<br>So I`m always pacing around,<br>And walking away<br><br>I`m drinking the ink from my pen<br>And I`m balancing history books up on my head<br>And it all boils down to one quotable phrase<br>&quot;If you love something, give it away.&quot;<br><br>A good woman would pick you apart<br>A box full of suggestions for a possible heart<br>And you may be offended, and you may be afraid<br>But don`t walk away, don`t walk away<br><br>We made love on the living room floor<br>With the noise in the background from a televised war<br>And in that defeaning pleasure <br>I thought I heard someone say<br>&quot;If we walk away, they`ll walk away.&quot;<br><br>But greed is a bottomless pit<br>And our freedom`s a joke, we`re just taking a piss<br>And the whole world must watch <br>The sad comic display<br>If you`re still free, start running away<br>`Cuz we`re coming for ya<br><br>We`re gonna read them out<br><br>I`ve grown tried of holding this pose<br>I feel more like a stranger each time I come home<br>So I`m making a deal with the devils of fame<br>Saying &quot;Let me walk away, please.&quot;<br><br>You`ll be free, child, once you have died<br>From the shackles of language<br>and measurable time<br>And then we can trade places<br>play musical graves<br>tell them walk away, walk away, walk away<br><br>So I`m up at dawn<br>Putting on my shoes<br>I just want to make a clean escape<br>I`m leaving, but I don`t know where to<br>No, I`m leaving, but I don`t know where to