(B. Walkenhorst)

There was a man named Jim who walked everywhere he went

Cause he could never quite seem to keep his mind on the road

One day it occurred to Jim that he'd taken a wrong turn

Cause he was standing in a place he didn't know

Jim spun on his heels thinking he's backtrack for a while

But before he knew it the sun was sinking

And the landscape in the dark

Well, it could have been New Zealand or New York or New Mexico

So what else is new, Jim was thinking

Because see for a while now Jim felt like things were changing for him

Like the skin of the earth was stretching or the continents were adrift

Jim didn't know if it was so or if it was just him although

He suspected that it was a bit of both he was dealing with

And I feel like I'm tripping

And I feel my steps slipping today

Feel the winds of time whipping my coat around my legs

And I feel about a million miles away

Dawn broke, Jim awoke, he'd been sleeping on his feet

It was morning now but a densely foggy day

Jim decided he'd just sit and wait for the fog to lift

But when it didn't he started up again anyway

Man, this is like the blind leading the blind, Jim thought

About that time down the road came this seeing-eye dog

It was well-fed and had a collar but no matter how loud Jim hollered

There wasn't any answer, so he walked on through the fog

Alright, I'm lost, Jim said aloud although a bit begrudgingly

Like things might change in light of this confession

He was both amazed and sour that at this late date and hour

He might find himself in this situation

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After walking through the haze for another night and another day

Jim seemed to simply cease to exist

All his panic, hope, and thoughts broke up into small dots

As he gave himself away into the mist

Back in town where Jim lived, sad to say he was never missed

And his name was never spoken again, it's awful but true

Out my window at night I think I see Jim standing in the half-light

Saying hurry up, suffering's got a job to do

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