Cross Walk

I think of a lot of a things when

I'm walking

I think of a lot of a things walking home

I say them aloud to myself

I am talking

I talk to myself when we are alone

Why-ee-I-ee-I is my bleeding heart beating

Why-ee-I-ee-I am

I feeling no pain

Why-ee-I-ee-I do

I cry when

I say Good

Bye-ee-I-ee-I

When I'm calling your name

I look to the left and the right when

I'm crossing

I look straight ahead when

I'm crossing the road

The baggage

I carry that load

I am tossing

I look back behind at the row that

I've hoed