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I’m a walker, baby

Walking’s what I do

Walked out every time, from every place

On every one except for you

Yeah, walker, mama

And I hate them long goodbyes

That hold you hostage

When you just can’t say

What wouldn’t come as no surprise



I don’t live in fear

When my phobias appear

I pull up my stakes and run away

Don’t know if that’s good

Don’t know if I should

I just always thought it kept me safe



Chorus:

But through your eyes

I see a side of me

That’s coming home

And glad to be

Expected here

Through your eyes

I can see the silver twine

That ties your life to mine

I see it clear

Through your eyes



I’m a walker, baby

Get those walkin’ blues

Jerk awake from some old ache

And grope around me for my walkin’ shoes



Got a walkin’ fever

Even in my secret thoughts

Set ‘em up and leave ‘em

Some one else can disconnect the dots



Domesticity

Don’t do a thing for me

You can park my guitar by the door

Find a line of gold

Down the middle of the road

And follow just to find out what’s in store



Repeat Chorus:



I’m a walker, baby

Can’t stay in one place

But no matter where I roam

I’m walkin’ home

Under a vision of your face….

I’m a walker, baby

Walking’s what I do

Walked out every time, from every place

On every one except for you

Yeah, walker, mama

And I hate them long goodbyes

That hold you hostage

When you just can’t say

What wouldn’t come as no surprise



I don’t live in fear

When my phobias appear

I pull up my stakes and run away

Don’t know if that’s good

Don’t know if I should

I just always thought it kept me safe



Chorus:

But through your eyes

I see a side of me

That’s coming home

And glad to be

Expected here

Through your eyes

I can see the silver twine

That ties your life to mine

I see it clear

Through your eyes



I’m a walker, baby

Get those walkin’ blues

Jerk awake from some old ache

And grope around me for my walkin’ shoes



Got a walkin’ fever

Even in my secret thoughts

Set ‘em up and leave ‘em

Some one else can disconnect the dots



Domesticity

Don’t do a thing for me

You can park my guitar by the door

Find a line of gold

Down the middle of the road

And follow just to find out what’s in store



Repeat Chorus:



I’m a walker, baby

Can’t stay in one place

But no matter where I roam

I’m walkin’ home

Under a vision of your face….

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