About To Walk

Favorite space is a palindrome
Where I tuck in a cannonball
And I never have to share
And where nobody can see
I was just about to walk five miles in a day
Shame is always bathed in light and it always looks the same
Strange nights locked inside
I was waiting for a road ahead
I was lying in my western bed
Clues and clues dressed in white
Double dreams tend to land big blows
After all with the evening ghosts
They were only there to break my toes
Left to wonder the indulgent chore
Plead your case with a famous whore
Like will anybody see?
Or would anybody care?
I was just about to walk five miles in a day
Bliss is always bathed in light but she never talks the same
Strange nights locked inside
I was waiting for a road ahead
I was lying in my western bed
Clues and clues dressed in white
Double dreams tend to land big blows
After all with the evening ghosts
They were only there to break my toes