Walking Home 

Written in January of 1994 in Edmonton, Alberta

I made up my mind sometime last night
I read between the lines, now I gotta make it right
And I’m walking on home
Yeah, I’m walking on home

I told her I was leaving and I packed my things
She said “Mister I ain’t grieving, don’t you worry about me,
Because I got a heart of stone…”
So I lit out alone

And I headed out west in the pouring rain
With guilt heavy on my chest, would I ever feel the same?
Too much had passed between us that was left unsaid
To anyone who’d seen us, they never would have guessed
Why I walked away from home
Yeah, I walked away from home

Like a dead end street, I could see the coming wall
It’s too late now, and I ain’t about to call

You see, I was looking for peace of mind
And no I never did find no such thing
And on comes another lonesome evening
God I’ve got that restless feeling
Baby, don’t you turn away

I’m walking on home
I’m walking on home

I made up my mind sometime last night
I read between the lines, now I gotta make it right
And I’m walking on home
Yeah I’m walking on home

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