Walking Down The Road by Woody Pines Lyrics

I'm walkin' down the road
Suitcase in my hand
I'm taking my time
All that I can

I had a dream last night
You were walkin' by my side
I don't run at stormy weather
But I still hide

I'm breathing through chimneys
I'm wading through the swamp
I'm still getting spooked by
Some longtime haunt

And the graveyard may be haunted
The swamp, it might be thick
The furniture man might come and
Take up a bed of tick

And I'll pack up my possessions
And I'll put 'em in a sack
And I'll turn my head and wave so long
Ain't never coming back
I had a dream last night
One that might make me return
How you told me long stories
Ones that helped me learn

And time is always ticking
Things can never be the same
Perhaps to even think it
Would prove me insane

I'm walkin' down the road
Suitcase in my hand
I'm taking my time
All that I can