So I walk, yeah, I walk this street down
To where I left him lost and confused
Counting steps, counting 1-2-3-4
Random thought; measure my distance to you

Oh, it still burns, the strongest recollection of a cold dark night with you
The night the world stopped turning
I lost my connection with whatever real life means to you

So I talk, yeah, I talk to myself
The kinda talk I really should have had with you
But since you don't respond when I yell
I'm thinking I'm a better listener than you

Oh, it still burns, the strongest recollection of a cold dark night with you
The night the world stopped turning
I lost my connection with whatever real life means to you

I'll be fine, never been better
I've got so much time on my hands
I have wine and you've got her
I really wouldn't mind us being friends


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The Walk song meanings
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