K. Edward Smith - Walking Song

This room should be singing
But its echoes are all marble and stone
If I could go curl up inside that jukebox I would
I think I'd like that for my new home
I left the cabaret carrying a piano up the hill
It's all wood and wire and soul
I should be walking on my name downtown
But I've been kept here down in this hole
I like those shoes I can tell you where you got them
Different street but they're all the same
Let's find a bottle that we can go cozy up with
Maybe a nice porch where we can wait out the rain
This room should be dancing

Written by:
Kyle Smith

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