I knew a man,
He was a walking,
To the end of the world.
Had no shoes,
He had nothing
Just two bright eyes like pearls.
In a way,
He had everything,
Locked away in his mind.
Money,
And women,
An all the checks he could sign.
And the streets,
They are a cryin,
Listen to the tambourines.
Of the people,
Who are a hiding,
From the govemental machines.
And the sidewalk,
It is a weepin,
Hear the tears fall.
From the people,
Who are a sleepin,
Behind their broken walls.
An as I walk,
Through my lifetime,
Leaning my farthers talk.
And I'm watchin,
Always waiting,
Ready to catch my fall.
Listenin,
Always whistlin,
To the sound of my silent walk.
Running,
And hiding,
From all the memories I've bought.