The train leaves at four,
But I was never going to be there until half past,
And even if I run fast,
I never had the energy, let alone the desire,
To get there on time,
I'm too partial to these haunts of mine...
I swear it's the line
that's changing.
But maybe the wine
Is affecting my sense of vision,
I used to have such precision...
But now I walk with a swagger,
Though I pretend that I wasn't,
I was hurt by your metaphorical dagger.
And the sidewalk calls out my problems,
But I'm still saying I have none.
So I walk a little straighter,
Straight from side to side,
And I'm having trouble trying to decide,
Which route to take,
But I'm not in a hurry to repeat that mistake.
So I walk a little straighter,
And I breathe a little harder,
So we hail this heavenly creator,
And I don't need a translator,
To tell me what the signs say,
And in every way, they read,
Walk a little straighter,
That's all you need.
That's all you need, to succeed.
Something I never believed.
