Landlocked Blues

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

And the future hangs over our heads

And it moves with each current event

til' it falls all around

In a cold steady rain

Just stay in when it's looking this way

And the moon's laying low in the sky

Forcing everything metal to shine

And the sidewalk holds diamonds

Like the jewelry store case

They argue walk this way, no, walk this way

And 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, please, come here"

And there's kids 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

From my landlocked blues

It'll pass away like a slow parade

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

And the world's got me dizzy again

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

But it only feels worse when I'm stuck in one place

So I'm always driving around or walking away

And I been drinking the ink from my pen

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 will pick you apart

A box full of suggestions for your possible heart

And you may be offended, I know I was afraid

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

We made love on the living room floor

With the noise in the background of a televised war

And in the deafening pleasure

I thought I heard someone say

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

But you see greed is a bottomless pit

And our freedom's a joke

Now we're just taking a piss

And the whole world must watch the sad comic display

If you're still free start running away

Cause we're coming for you!

I've grown tired of holding this pose

I feel more like a stranger each time I go 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

Till then walk away, walk away...

So I'm up at dawn

Putting on my shoes

I just got 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