A Poet Walks - Robert Forster

I walked the streets and hugged the walls
I see a canal and think water falls
And there are numbers
Long distance numbers I could call
And there are faces
Long distant faces
I can't recall
Round here at all
I see the shops and I walk on by
My substain vest my critical lie
And given to choices
To clear choices
I take both
And there are secrets
That I could tell but I won't
No I won't
Alright
I got a noteboo and I got a light
My head is loose my jackets tight
A poet walks and the path is bright
And there are visions
Like a spell I can't break
I can't break
I cant break
A poet walks
Through the streets
Past canals and the retreats
And the fog
A poet it walks
****s and talks
Just a thought
A passing thought
Ooh
Ooh
To walk
Past over loves that I've known
Past over lives out outrown
The skin and bone
To know
Every decision that I made
Was my own and your name
To roll up and to saved
Oh
A poet walks
Through the streets
They can now for retries
The poet walks