Walking Home - Palma Violets

There’s nothing for me anymore

I’m walking home

My baby’s got a new man

I’m walking home

I don’t want to drink or score

I’m walking home

I don’t even like it here man

I’m walking home

And when the nights come in

And they’re all running, red to green

And all the days come out

And all the night turn, red to green

Oh no it’s Lisa, please tell her, I love her

(You better believe it)

I know I had too much to drink

They’re walking me home

They beat me up until I’m blue and pink

And I’m crawling home

I just don’t know how much I can take

They just squeeze it all

And I just want Lauretta’s hand taking me home

When the nights go in

And all the red turns from red to green

And all the nights come out

And they’ll running dry, in and out

And I feel it come down, oh so far

And you don’t know how much it takes out

(Better believe it, believe in yourself)

(Better believe it, believe in yourself)

He’s walking home