The Long Walk
Well I tried to take control
But I guess that it was just too late
But I'm skippin' stones in the river
Be thankful to get seven or eight
If you only get five or six
Just shrug 'cause that's how it is sometimes
And they all sink to the bottom
So quickly forgotten
And it doesn't matter one tiny bit
With your thoughts on the streetlights
Or maybe just moonlit
It wouldn't matter, even if it did
As you ponder the small things,
And ponder them bigger
There's nothing to do but throw tiny stones
In a big river
Well it's a long walk home
For someone with their mind so blown
But these things are usually best off done alone
Well it may not [?] but I take it as it is
