The Walking Song – Rufus Wainwright (originally by Kate & Anna McGarrigle)
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Wouldn’t it be nice to walk together Baring our souls while wearing out the leather? We could talk shop, harmonize a song Wouldn’t it be nice to walk along?
I’ll show you houses of architectural renown Some are still standing, some have fallen down Farm houses buried under Canada’s snow Spanish villas on the boulevards of Mexico
And I’ll learn to tell the ash from the oak And if you don’t know the difference, I won’t make No joke We’ll climb to the top and view the world from above Carve our initials in the trunk, like teenagers in love
And when we get hungry, we’ll stop to eat Gotta think of our stomachs and rest our feet And when we get thirsty, we’ll have a drink or two In a mountain top bar with a mountain top view
And when we get tired, we’ll stop to rest And if you still wanna talk, well, you can bare your breast If it’s winter and cold, we’ll take a rooming house room If it’s summer and warm, we’ll sleep under the moon
And we’ll talk about the sports we played ‘Bout the time you got busted, or the times I got laid We’ll talk blood and how we were bred And talk about the folks, both living and dead
This song, like this walk, I find hard to end Be my lover and be my friend In sneakers or boots or regulation shoes Walking beside ya, I’ll never get the walking blues