One Foot In Front Of The Other Lyrics - Bright Eyes

If you walk away, I'll walk away 

First tell me which road you will take 

I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day 

So you walk that way, I'll walk this way 

The future hangs over our heads 

And it moves with each current event 

Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain 

Just stay in when it's looking this way 

The moon's laying low in the sky 

Forcing everything metal to shine 

And the sidewalk holds diamonds, like a jewelry store case 

They argue, "Walk this way, no, walk this way" 

Laura's asleep in my bed 

As I'm leaving she wakes up and says 

"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave 

Baby, don't go away, come here" 

There's kid's playing guns in the street 

And one's pointing his tree branch at me 

So I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough 

If you walk away, I'll walk away" 

And he shot me dead 

I found a liquid cure 

For my land locked blues 

It will pass away, like a slow parade 

It's leaving but I don't know how soon 

The world's got me dizzy again 

You'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin 

And it only feels worse when I stay in one place 

So I'm always pacing around or walking away 

I'm drinking the ink from my pen 

And I'm balancing history books up on my head 

But it all boils down to one quotable phrase 

"If you love something, give it away" 

A good woman would pick you apart 

A box full of suggestions for your possible heart 

And you may be offended and you may be afraid 

But don't walk away, don't walk away 

We made love on the living room floor 

With the noise in the background from a televised war 

And in that defeating pleasure, I thought I heard someone say 

"If we walk away, they'll walk away" 

But greed is a bottomless pit 

And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss 

And the whole world must watch the sad comic display 

If you're still free, start running away 

'Cuz we're coming for ya 

We're gonna read them out 

I've grown tired of holding this pose 

I feel more like a stranger each time I come home 

So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame 

Saying, "Let me walk away, please" 

You'll be free, child, once you have died 

From the shackles of language and measurable time 

And then we can trade places play musical graves 

Tell them walk away, walk away, walk away 

So I'm up at dawn putting on my shoes 

I just want to make a clean escape 

I'm leaving but I don't know where to 

I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to