Joe Yoga
The Long Walk
sixteen wrote our names in a bookthirty tossed his bag and his smug lookseven ditched his shoesix miles south of Caribounow it's night of the first day they're either goneor i can't see straightam I awake am I half deadwhen will i get to stopam i in over my headam i awake am i half deadcome dawn five more were goneForty sighed through the rain as we walked onfifty five lost his mind in the shadow of Presque Islehe lasted longer than we would have guessedbut he got his ticket nextam i awake, am i half deadhow is it i'm still in? am i in over my headam i awake am i half deadtwo days in the crowds begin to growthey all roared as twelve fell in the roadLetras de cancionesnobody knew who he wasnobody yet had lostthe prize never thinks of the costlong walk turns into long waitonly twenty three made the interstatemy feet tire under falling weightwe keep straight, we ageAugusta and Portland two great blurswith few mistakeseighty one hit the groundthat familiar wet mailsack soundfifty dropped for the fourth timeonly five of us remained to cross the Massachusetts state lineblind to touch, deaf to deatham i now at the end? am i the only one leftblind to touch, deaf to soundthe hand on my shoulder was the only thingi couldn't walk down
From Letras Mania