Bright Eyes

Bright Eyes - One Foot In Front Of The Other lyrics

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If you walk away, I'll walk away

First tell me which road you will take

I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day

So you walk that way, I'll walk this way 



The future hangs over our heads

And it moves with each current event

Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain

Just stay in when it's looking this way



The moon's laying low in the sky

Forcing everything metal to shine

And the sidewalk holds diamonds, 

Like a jewlery store case

They argue, "Walk this way, no, walk this way."



Laura's asleep in my bed

As I'm leaving she wakes up and says,

"I dreamed you were carried away,

On the crest of a wave. Baby, don't go away.

Come here."



There's kid's playing guns in the street

And one's pointing his tree branch at me

So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is enough.

If you walk away, I'll walk away."

And he shot me dead



I found a liquid cure

For my land-locked blues

It will pass away, like a slow parade

It's leaving, but I don't know how soon



The world's got me dizzy again

You'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin

And it only feels worse when I stay in one place

So I'm always pacing around,

Or walking away



I'm drinking the ink from my pen

And I'm balancing history books up on my head

But it all boils down to one quotable phrase

"If you love something, give it away."



A good woman would pick you apart

A box full of suggestions for your possible heart

And you may be offended, and you may be afraid

But don't walk away, don't walk away



We made love on the living room floor

With the noise in the background from a televised war

And in that defeaning pleasure 

I thought I heard someone say

"If we walk away, they'll walk away."



But greed is a bottomless pit

And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss

And the whole world must watch 

The sad comic display

If you're still free, start running away

'Cuz we're coming for ya



We're gonna read them out



I've grown tired of holding this pose

I feel more like a stranger each time I come home

So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame

Saying "Let me walk away, please."



You'll be free, child, once you have died

From the shackles of language

And measurable time

And then we can trade places

Play musical graves

Tell them walk away, walk away, walk away



So I'm up at dawn

Putting on my shoes

I just want to make a clean escape

I'm leaving, but I don't know where to

I know I'm leaving, but I don't know where to
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