Walked away to another plan. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand. I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought. Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop. You don't know where and you don't know when. But you still got your words and you got your friends. Walk along to another day. Work a little harder, work another way. I like songs about drifters and books about the same Both make me feel a little less insane I know this starting over's not what life's about But my thoughts got so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
