I'm walking, I'm talking

Takes the load of every man

Through the fields and back again

Fields look different everyday

Passin' daydreams my way



Becoming self-conscious in the worst sense of the word

Livin' tissue in a shirt, every heartbeat makes me jump



Is it sleeping, is it gone

Up in the trees with leaves of wisdom, watching it come



I'm walking, I'm talking

Takes the load of every man

Through the fields and back again

Every heartbeat makes me jump

Is it sleeping, is it gone