I'm walking, I'm talking Takes the load of every man Through the fields and back again Fields look different everyday Passin' daydreams my way Becoming self-conscious in the worst sense of the word Livin' tissue in a shirt, every heartbeat makes me jump Is it sleeping, is it gone Up in the trees with leaves of wisdom, watching it come I'm walking, I'm talking Takes the load of every man Through the fields and back again Every heartbeat makes me jump Is it sleeping, is it gone