The Will To Walk
Anja Garbarek
From the start and beyond
There's no type of rescue
Killing time until caught
Escaping in the only direction he knows
Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you
There is an art to these tears
He keeps then small and subtle
Don't want no stickiness
Stuck on to his heart
Leaving
Plenty of clues
Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you
Stripped of all safety
Pulling up his knees
Considering his enemies
As they might keep him warm
If only by their presence
In this demanding storm
Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you
His legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you