I barely made it out of the shadows. These symbols
Etched in eternity.
I look in the water,
I see a ghost vision,
I walk in a field at dusk,
I feel the leaves beneath My boots. And you remember..

Alone, by the torn tree
In the prairie You walked
That day,
9 miles of turning road.

And you walked out of your house of brick And cedar shake, down to Main
By the junction,
Along past the hospital
On the outskirts of town.
You walked and you don't know why.
Partly out of boredom,
Maybe out of frustration.
And she's at work,
And you were on call to nowhere.
And you walked and you
Forgot about that six-pack
You were going to buy.
And you walked The turn
As cars blew by,
At first they were surprised,
And then they were annoyed,
As a thirty-something slightly
Overweight man walked
Alone sown Route 113.

I finally got there,
To the torn, barren tree.
And somehow it reminded
You of your life.
And my feet hurt,
And my marriage was not so good. And the new house
Was too much.
And I walked back to town.
Stopping for coffee in the afternoon.
And the waitress looked bored. And I was
Just another nobody drinking
Coffee at 2 in the afternoon.
And I walked home
And turned on the news,
Cut up some vegetables,
Starting the oven,
I wanted to jump in.