where it's always a habit
to walk around
with my head down
Like a battery that's faded
a voice that's understated
makes me hesitate
and put my head down
I like to see where I'm walkin'
like two people
that are still talkin'
the conversation ends sometime
When the talking's all over
there won't be Christmas dinner
there won't even be a card
and when that is all over
and Spring blossoms into Summer
a walker becomes a runner
and still has his head down - RLB
COPYRIGHT RLB
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