Walk On Boy

If the Temple is in the heart,
then the Pitt is the stomach.
And the incineration that removes it,
the inferno in the lungs.
A refrain plays through the willows-
a string of lines floatin' higher,
to cut the glow of a Georgian Crescent,
melodies and moons to soothe.
Walk on boy, walk on down the road.
And the sound of hammer strikin' steel,
rings out onto the lake
waves intertwine
with those of some creature movin' about
in the chaotic waters.

Anybody ask, it's the willows I shoot shit with.
As long as I've been comin' to 'em,
they're always there to weep with me.
And as high as I stand,
they always standin' taller.
Walk on boy, walk on down the road.
I just sit a spell in a spell
listenin' to my Paw talk about the world
and the men that turn against one another
Ain't nobody in this whole wide world,
gonna' help you carry your load.
The world is full of pretenders and liars,
slanderers and flakes, and a whole bunch,
of nobodies puffed up with hot air.
I exhale 'em like this smoke.
And take another drag of life.
You can't find a person,
whose bond is their word anymore.
Walk on boy.

I wish there was somethin' I could do,
to bring you back.
And if you're lookin' for a fighter,
I ain't gonna' fight another man.
But if you suddenly found honesty,
I got no way of knowin'
Cause your mind changes so often,
and your words are twisted and knotted,
and I can't unwind it anymore to find truth.
Feelin' pretty beat.
And I can't imagine God,
usin' somebody to teach someone else a lesson.
Ain't no good in wreckin' someone's life,
to help another.
Ain't no appreciation to be had,
if the first is left in shambles.
So I pack up, wander on down,
driftin' till death do me part.
But my feet are so damn tired Lord,
and I'm sick of this wandering.
I want a home.
Walk on boy, walk on down the road.