A Way To Move Across The Ground

you could cut off all my hair
so short there’s nothing even there
and when my head gets cold enough
i’ll know it’s time to cover
but don’t take away my shoes
they’re the last things i could lose
and even if this world should weigh me down
i’d still need a way to move across the ground
and you could take away my clothes
why you’d want to, i don’t know
and when the weather’s getting damp
i guess i’d join a nudist camp
but don’t take away my shoes
they’re the last things i could lose
and even if this world should weigh me down
i’d still need a way to move across the ground
and you could take away my breath
bring me closer to my death
and while i’m struggling to breathe
i could always up and leave
so don’t take away my shoes
they’re the last things i could lose
and even if this world should weigh me down
i’d still need a way to move across the ground