The Walker

I'm the walker
I'm the walker
I'm the walker

Walking in the morning
8:40 a.m.
The city is not quiet anymore
Rushing through the stones
White like bones
The tendons on fire
Missing coffee

Coffing, studying, vaping
One foot in the grave
The schools are full
Green is too much (blue, blue, blue)
I'm not from the city
I'm not so pretty

Shadows decaying into flawless portraits
Birds chirping like opera singers
Rest to breathe the smog
Checking Green and grey
I am

Walking in the morning
8:50 a.m.
The city is not quiet anymore
Rushing through the stones
White like bones
The tendons on fire
Missing coffee

I'm the walker
I'm the walker
I'm the walker
I'm the walker

Walking in the morning
9:20 a.m.
The city is a riot, I'm alone
Rushing on the roads
With sweat and aching bones
The tendons on fire
Missing coffee

Blaming, overthinking
One foot in the grave
Writing the rules
Greed is too much (Who? True. You.)
I'm not from the city
I'm not so petty

I'm the walker
I'm the walker
I'm the walker
I'm the walker

I'm the walker

(Instrumental)



Credits
Writer(s): Pluto Tideswell
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