The Walking Song

Late night, it's over. Gotta find a way back home. I'm stuck. Got no cash. No change to use the phone. Why call? Its useless, cuz everybody's sleeping. No one can pick me up. I'm stuck. I guess I am on my own. Everybody's gone now; I've got no ride. I've stayed too late to enjoy it more. It's always the same situation. Don't wait. Just keep on walking slower than my mind. It's racing faster than my feet at a quicker pace.

As I breathe in, I can feel the cold air, and I realize that I got no cab fare. And I think I saw the last bus just drive by ...I think i'm gonna walk.

My steps; they make a beat. I sing a song. No one's around. No cars driving by. My legs don't give up. They're independent of my thoughts. I fall asleep and they go on. The way back home. A few blocks more. My destination's in the view. The next day, bright and early. I don't have a method of transportation to get to work, but i've got my music.