Walk Your Line

Walk your Line A word to the blind: From the day your first mount and ride Till the moment you die Walk your line Walk proud and high Through each and every wreck your stride unwinds Walk your whole heart spine upright till it breaks if you like But drink the whole pint down and with an appetite for burning in the stirrups See if you can swallow the time. Walk, right away from your childhood dreaming lay it beneath your feet in caliche And when you're yearning most to tie on a tourniquet Telling yourself you deserve it stay in line, as you're not entitled to anything. Never more a burden then when asking for money and worthless for thinking of quitting cuz there's nothing in the world worth half it's weight unless for it you're bleeding. Your life's only worth your life's work the grinding gears in your temple, spinning Always on time, you can count on it strides lengthening but despite it all you'll walk well beyond all you thought you'd get When you first agreed to begin When for what you signed on for you've nearly forgot Some crockpot reason to pursue a living in what to most is only a vacant lot You'll have to walk to the empty spot on the map just past where your mom and dad had given up. And then keep walking Bypassing your own bragging rights stopped dead in their tracks and all parts plastic inside you have snapped in half In fact, you'll soon be worn so far past the point of no return to think you were actually born on its welcome doormat. Everything is past the big fancy hat walk, before your feet get frozen, stuck to the bar for something more than can be bought no matter who you are To be the one who takes it this far and to become the soul of the man as if you've finally landed – working for the homeland Riding for the brand, cuz you were given a single chance And walk for the credit of at least one loop correctly cast and for the wisdom of knowing if and when to turn em back or hang on for dear life like you've dallied your own hand. And stick by the very skin of your big toenail, as you pitch in the norther winds just trying to send you clear to rock bottom and only then, they might not prevail. So go on out, the time is now Walk high and proud, and take a breath in town then keep being the nail, always driving deeper down never quit walking the sacred ground you're standing on now If you think you love that gal.