Chanson du jour: Landlocked Blues by Bright Eyes

If you walk away, I'll walk awayFirst tell me which road you will takeI don't want to risk our paths crossing somedaySo you walk that way, I'll walk this wayAnd the future hangs over headsAnd it moves with each current eventUntil it falls all around like a cold, steady rainJust stay in when it's looking this wayAnd the moon's laying low in the skyForcing everything metal to shineAnd the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store caseThey argue, walk this way, no, walk this wayAnd Laura's asleep in my bedAs I'm leaving, she wakes up and says"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a waveBaby, don't go away, come here"And there's kids playing guns in the streetAnd one's pointing his tree branch at meAnd so I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enoughIf you walk away, I'll walk away"And he shot me deadI found a liquid cure from my landlocked bluesIt would pass the way like a slow paradeIt's leaving, but I don't know how soonAnd the world's got me dizzy againYou think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spinAnd it only feels worse when I stay in one placeSo I'm always pacing around or walking awayI keep drinking the ink from my penAnd I'm balancing history books up on my headBut it all boils down to one quotable phrase"If you love something, give it away"A good woman will pick you apartA box full of suggestions for your possible heartBut you may be offended, and you may be afraidBut don't walk away, don't walk awayWe made love on the living room floorWith the noise in the background from a televised warAnd in that deafening pleasure, I thought I heard someone say"If we walk away, they walk away"But greed is a bottomless pitAnd our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a pissAnd the whole world must watch the sad comic displayIf you're still free, start running awayBecause we're coming for you!I've grown tired of holding this poseI feel more like a stranger each time I come homeSo I'm making a deal with the devils of fameSaying, "Let me walk away, please"You'll be free, child, once you have diedFrom the shackles of language and measurable timeAnd then we can trade places, play musical gravesUntil then walk away, walk away, walk awaySo I'm up at dawnPutting on my shoesI just want to make a clean escapeI'm leaving, but I dont know where toI know I'm leaving, but I dont know where to