About To Walk

Favorite space is a palindrome

Where I tuck in a cannonball

And I never have to share

And where nobody can see

I was just about to walk five miles in a day

Shame is always bathed in light and it always looks the same

Strange nights locked inside

I was waiting for a road ahead

I was lying in my western bed

Clues and clues dressed in white

Double dreams tend to land big blows

After all with the evening ghosts

They were only there to break my toes

Left to wonder the indulgent chore

Plead your case with a famous whore

Like will anybody see?

Or would anybody care?

I was just about to walk five miles in a day

Bliss is always bathed in light but she never talks the same

Strange nights locked inside

I was waiting for a road ahead

I was lying in my western bed

Clues and clues dressed in white

Double dreams tend to land big blows

After all with the evening ghosts

They were only there to break my toes