Dodging cracks and floating plastic bags, putting even steps between concrete slabs, while the radio piped in through headphones plays the metronome for the long walk home.
Don't stop pounding pavement, keep walking
Anywhere looks better until you're there, then you go away again.
Driving late on the interstate, the cars changing lanes put on their ballet, while the radio coming through headphones plays the metronome for your long walk home.
Don't stop pounding pavement, keep walking
Anywhere looks better until you're there, then you go away again.
They say home is where the heart is, but I disagree.
They say home is where you hang your hat, which sounds closer to me.