Gone Walking

Up from the table this morning
To hear a rising song ring
That screen door keeps on slamming
All you children quit poking on the scree

You want to catch a bird in flight
You gotta way way outta here
You gotta get back to the woods and sky
Out where the trains disappear

Gone Walking down the railroad tracks
Letting that something on your mind ease on back
Drift into the scene
Looking down the line

I like to hear the way you talk
Strange flower your southern drawl
You saying now you be back by dark you hear
I say honey go on and put the hounds on call

There's so little time in wasting
No trying in finding need
There's no voices in the vacuum
That the heavy metal roar brings