I’m aware of the danger.

I think it's ok. I was never

that young. I was born old

and gray. Alone and in shambles,

it alright it’s ok. The storm cloud

has broke, the haze burned away.

I was 23 miles from the Chesapeake

bay. I’d worn through my shoes.

always walkin' away. Seems like

all of my troubles roll and tumble

 this way. The bottle has broken,

the ghost has escaped.

 

Oh no. I can’t walk around with

my feet off the ground. And when

they hit, although we are strangers,

Run away, run away, run away, I have.

I didn’t talk much to strangers. I’d

bled my friends dry. Hard, hard livin'

yet I was hardly alive. But I kept on

rollin' and now I know why. The storm

clouds have broken a hole in the sky.

Well get away from the shelter. Get

away from the storm. Get away from

the mountains. Get away from the shore.

Get away from the hang-ups that destroy the minds. Get away from the darkness,

Get away from the light.

Oh no. I can’t walk around with my

feet off the ground. and when they hit,

although we are strangers, run away,

run away, I have.