With an angel’s footsteps leading there
Where the pump is rhythmic with grace afore the blue wind
I walked all night in the rain and snow
My clothes were soaking wet
Didn’t know where to go
Way after the sun had set
Trying to find somebody who was down with me
Me, me, me, me, me, me… me… ME… with me!
Me… Me… ME
I WAS WALKING… TALKING… TO MYSELF
Trying to find somebody who’d be down with me
. . . . In the heat of battle
. . . . No time to tattle
Shake or rattle
. . . . Toward a prattle!