I see that you were Jaywalking
down a dead end North East road
but Bible’s have never belonged  
amongst the books on the Highway Code

We can get the Walker man off our path  
and back in fifties Kansas where he should stay  
and I’ll be the one to cross you over to safety
in the me and you kinda way

So, who needs a car?
even in this inclement weather  
when the journey was always my favourite part
because our hands lock perfect together

You can still chose your crossing
and I will always give you the choice
still I regret the times
that I silenced your beautiful voice