he reads yesterday's news
cause today's just scares him. thinks of yesterday's blues
cause today's are just far too grim. and it grows
on it grows. and i see him down in the morning
lying blind without no warning. seen him running through the night
through the fall lead his enemies inside. and it grows
on it grows. and i'm learning how to walk
learning how to take my time
or the angels take him away and
lay his body six feet 'neath clay
on it grows. and i see him burning to dust
seen him falling through the shadows
shed a tear and his cheek rusts
seen him falling through the shadows
on it grows. and i'm learning how to walk
learning how to turn my back
or the angels take him away and
lay his body six feet 'neath clay
on it grows. i'll walk and then i'll walk
i'll walk and then i'll walk
on it grows. he's as angry as the hills
he's got a mind and eyes and both set to kill
maybe that he may learn to walk
and maybe that he may learn to take his time
maybe that i may learn to walk
maybe that i may learn to turn my back once more.