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One Foot In Font Of The Other by Bright Eyes If you walk away I walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don't wanna 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 all around us like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it's looking this way

The moons 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�

And Laura's asleep in my bed
As I'm leaving she wakes up and says, “I dreamt you were carried away
Baby don't go away, come here�

And there's kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch and me
So I put my hands up. Say, “Enough is enough�
If you walk away I'll walk away
(And then he shot me dead)

I found a liquid cure
For my landlocked 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

So I'm drinking the ink from my pen
And I'm balancing history books up on my head
And it all boils down to one quotable phrase
“If you love something, give it away�

A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for a 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 defining pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they'll walk away�

Well greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedoms a joke, we're just taking a p**s
And the whole world must watch the sad, comic display
If you're still free start running away
(Cause they're coming for you)

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 we can trade places
Play musical graves
Till they 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'm leaving but I don't know where to