Walking Song

This room should be singing

But its echoes are all marble and stone

If I could go curl up inside that jukebox I would

I think I'd like that for my new home

I left the cabaret carrying a piano up the hill

It's all wood and wire and soul

I should be walking on my name downtown

But I've been kept here down in this hole

I like those shoes I can tell you where you got them

Different street but they're all the same

Let's find a bottle that we can go cozy up with

Maybe a nice porch where we can wait out the rain

This room should be dancing