In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
I keep walking
I keep walking
even though I don't know why
I keep talking
though all I want to do is cry
I keep moving
though I swear I'm standing still
nothing's improving
yet I think it always will
I keep walking
like I'll get somewhere
someday
I keep learning
even though some say I don't
home fires burning
as I pour whiskey down my throat
I try running
but both my legs are broken down
something's coming
yeah, I said that last go round
but I keep walking
like I'll get somewhere
someday
I keep crying
I keep sharpening my knife
I keep trying
I keep fighting for my life
I need help here
I'm drowning on dry ground
I am not waving
this time I'm going down
and I keep walking
like I'll get somewhere
someday
I keep walking
I keep walking
anyway
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