If I want to walk home with you. Hearing every word thinking it's true. In a barren field for us to cut through. On our victory lap 'cross an old street cat. That turns to stop and see you. A small stone somewhere in your shoe. All day long. All day long. Long. The old folks wake up for the day. Seeing the monsters have lingered from the past. And a great bird is flying away. From our family tree; something wrong with me. I've got a secret or two. Hiding somewhere but. It won't take long. No it won't take long. Long