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[WritingIsMyReligion]

"Walking Man" (from '74)

Moving in silent desperation,
Keeping an eye on the holy land.
A hypothetical destination--
Say, who is this waliking man?

Well, the leaves have come to turning,
And the goose has gone to fly,
And bridges are for buning,
So don't you let that yearning
Pass you by.
Walking man....walking man walks.
Well, any other man stops and talks,
But the walking man walks.

Well, the frost is on the pumpkin,
And the hay is in the barn,
An' Pappy's come to rambling on,
Stumbling around drunk
Down on the farm.

And the walking man walks.
Doesn't know nothing at all....
Any other man stops and talks,
But the walking man walks on by.
Walk on by...

Most everybody's got seeds to sow.
It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no,
So he don't hoe the row for no one.
Oh, for sure, he's always missing,
And something is never quite right...
Ah, but who would want to listen to you,
Kissing his existence good night?

Walking man, walk on by my door.
Well, any other man stops and talks,
But not the walking man.
He's the walking man,
Born to walk.
Walk on, walking man.
Well now, would he have wings to fly?
Would he be free,
Golden wings against the sky?
Walking man, walk on by.
So long, walking man, so long.