I went out the door this morning

Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning

And I walked alone



I went up to 16th St and looked into the windows of a restaurant

The guy standing next to me said it looked pretty good so I proceeded to give him a bunch of reasons

Why I didn't think the place could make it and he said, I think too much

And I said, I know



I know my world is better than it seems and I try to be content with everything

But even knowing doesn't stop your heart from feeling

That's why I'm going where I'm going 



Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll play

Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll stay 



I decided I'd be happier if only I could feel the cool, wet grass beneath my feet

I had tried it while I thought of all the words to make this song complete



I went up to John St Park and there I met an old lady feeding ducks

The back of her hand had been bleeding and she didn't even know it

She told me I'd be more handsome if I smiled

So we talked about the weather, she told me about her family and

She said I should meet her granddaughter, and I smiled



The smell of people in the street

I tasted life and life was sweet

The sound of colors in the air Of breathing mist and choral fare

Arriving anywhere in time, the feet are beating out a rhyme

I turned my body toward the south, I'm going down to Josie's house