When I walk
From the pictures it was nearly real
And I remember each movement
From the spinning reel
And how just like wheel
Didn't considered the way I did feel
Guitar
But it was not ever less then
Brush the fog from eyes reveal something clean
Looking through an open window
To the nearly unseen
But how like this after morning turn to the eve'
And stars go following from you
Guitar
And I'll listen
To your whisper when you come down
Closen slowly decrescendo
Till not a sound
Why does it trick me every time
You keep me walking the line
Guitar