The Walker

The walker's got a tune

he whistles it in June

but he only ever whistles alone

The walker's got a blanket

(I'm pretty sure he made it)

and a big fluffy beard, fully grown

The walker had a name

but not anymore

when he's walking with you

he won't say a word

for better or worse

he doesn't know north

so he'll never

try to find

his way

home

He'll be there when your lost

and he'll be there to stay

until you decide

you want to find your way

He'll be there when you give up

oh the peace of no care

A survivor of alone

Don't worry, he'll be there

The walker's got a story

but not one to tell

So forget your questions, child

just get yourself out of hell

no he's not your savior

he's not even your friend

he's a walker and he'll never

see a story end