With the gravel in my shoe
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 83
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 2.2s
- length
- 4:48
- language
- En
lyrics
I left at two with my cuffs still wet From a beer-slick bar on Woodland street My truck sat dead by the meter box So I cut through alleys on tired feet Milo's sign buzzed by the laundromat A busted Marlboro pack in my coat I got one sock soaked from the curbside ditch And a dime-store receipt in my throat Your front step looked like a dare in the dark I heard my keys hit the tin by the door The house was quiet, the screen door hung loose And I knew I'd been here before Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home With the gravel in my shoe And your name stuck on my tongue Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home The Waffle House window still showed three staff A coffee pot burped by the booth I watched my face in the cigarette glass Look like a man with the edge cut loose By West End, I passed a kid on a bike And a mattress tied down with twine I told myself I'd sleep when I got there Then the porch light split me in half with a line Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home With the gravel in my shoe And your name stuck on my tongue Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home I found your note on the counter stack Beside the spoon and the keys One word bent under the fridge magnet Like it knew what it did to me I stood there long as the icebox hummed With my wet shirt clinging cold Then I took that breath from the hallway mat And started back out in the cold Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home With the gravel in my shoe And your name stuck on my tongue Keep walking home, keep walking home Keep walking home, keep walking home