The Journey

With your two feet, you’re sure to go Anywhere from, anywhere to Though time would pass more than you do You’re sure that home would welcome you Steadily sped, along each path Slowly you move, your breadth in guard No engine fails or fluids leak, No rubber burnt, or tyres weak Through harsh sunshine, better when mild Or in the snow, not the fierce kind Anywhere from, anywhere to, With your two feet, you’re sure to go With your two feet you’re sure to go Just hit the road before cock-crow First, loneliness would be your friend Till sun would rise from the east end In race, fast steps, or faltering That’s what your speed would determine No refill stops and no car wash No traffic jams, no police stops Straight off, you go, steadily so One pact between you and the road Just hit the road before cock-crow With your two feet, you’re sure to go.