Walking

Walking back to you

Yeah I'm walking not crawling back to you

Eating

Ive not been eating well

Sleeping

Not to much of that going on

I'm immune to rhyme or reason

I'll trudge on through the seasons

I'm walking not crawling back to you

Donkey - I've got no donkey

Pony - I'm on the Shanksie kind

Pedals - there's no pedals on me

Any form of wheeled transport won't agree

You know I won't even take the bus

I certainly won't fly

That way I will still be walking

On the day you die

Cos I'm walking not crawling back to you

Walking not crawling back to you

Sleeping? - I'm in Slumberdown land with a nice warm duvet

Eating? - Just hand me down that horse on a plate with egg and chips

Hand me down my walking shoes

Hand me down that cane

Oh I'm walking so I won't see you again

You see:

You could be two feet away

I would just turn around

Circumnavigation is what I'm about right now

And I'm walking not crawling back to you