Walking, Walking back to you. Yeah I'm walking not crawling back to you. Eating Ive not been eating well. Sleeping Not to much of that going on. I'm immune to rhyme or reason. I'll trudge on through the seasons. I'm walking not crawling back to you. Donkey - I've got no donkey Pony - I'm on the Shanksie kind Pedals - there's no pedals on me Any form of wheeled transport won't agree You know I wont even take the bus I certainly won't fly That way I will still be walking On the day you die. Cos I'm walking not crawling back to you. Walking not crawling back to you. Sleeping? - I'm in Slumberdown land with a nice warm duvet Eating? - Just hand me down that horse on a plate with egg and chips Hand me down my walking shoes Hand me down that cane Oh I'm walking so I wont see you again. You see: You could be two feet away I would just turn around. Circumnavigation is what I'm about right now And I'm walking not crawling back to you.