I'm walking, I'm talking 
Takes the load of every man 
Through the fields and back again 
Fields look different everyday 
Passin' daydreams my way 
Becoming self-conscious in the worst sense of the word 
Livin' tissue in a shirt, every heartbeat makes me jump 
Is it sleeping, is it gone 
Up in the trees with leaves of wisdom, watching it come 
I'm walking, I'm talking 
Takes the load of every man 
Through the fields and back again 
Every heartbeat makes me jump 
Is it sleeping, is it gone