[Verse 1] My left shoe thinks it’s Thursday Right sock studies ancient cheese Traffic light recites a recipe Pigeon signs my calf with its sneeze [Chorus] I keep walking Walking Walking Sideways through the front of time Every step a broken sentence Every crack forgets its line I keep walking Walking Walking Past the corners that aren’t mine [Verse 2] Crosswalk humming tax advice Mailbox grows a second door Manhole yawns in perfect French Clouds applaud the grocery floor [Bridge] Heel hits pavement Alphabet spills out Q and 7 arguing Who gets to be the route I turn left into a hallway Painted on the air All these little floating doorknobs None of them lead anywhere
