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Well last night I couldn't sleep |
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I got up and started walking |
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Down to the end of my street |
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And on into town |
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Well I had no one to meet |
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And I had no taste for talking |
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Seems I'm talking my whole life |
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It's time I listen now |
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Well I walk past the late night boys |
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With their bottles in their doorways |
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And I walk past the business men |
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And sleeping like babies in their cars |
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And I thought to myself oh, son |
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You may be lost in more ways than one |
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But I have a feeling that it's more fun |
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Than knowing exactly where you are |
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Like a stone carried on the river |
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Like a boat sailing on the sea |
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Well I keep on walking |
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Oh, I keep on walking |
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Till I fine that old love |
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Or that old love, comes to finds me |
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Well I walked into the morning |
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And felt that warm sunlight forming on my shoulders |
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'Cause it hit with no warning |
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Like a summer sky storming in my lungs |
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Ain't it funny how the kids walk by |
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They'll do anything to make themselves look older |
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While the women spend their money |
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On anything that makes them look young |
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Like a stone carried on the river |
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Like a boat sailing on the sea |
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Oh, I keep on walking |
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Well I keep on walking |
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'Till I fine that old love |
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Or that old love, comes to finds me |
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Oh, lo, no |
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Oh, oh, oh, no |
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Oh, lo, oh |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Well I'm like a stone, oh |
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And I'm carried on the river |
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Like a boat sailing on the sea |
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Oh, well I keep on walking |
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Well I said I'll keep on walking, oh |
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'Till I fine that old love |
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Or that old love, comes to finds me |
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'Till I fine that old love |
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Or that old love, comes to finds me |
