I was walking With my feet A disposition Fell over me
The armory wall was bleeding The restless child was reading
I was swimming Could hardly stand The swimming hour was at hand The fishes they were feeding The lambs they were bleating
I walk slowly When I walk away from you
I'm feeling bad I'm looking bad I feel and look so bad Some might say Yours truly is soaking his head
There's apprehension And inhibition All contributions To my attrition And it happened long ago These things these things That make me walk so darn slow
