And going to find a burger.
I've got my bag in hand, with several books in it
I'm walking the streets, i'm let letting the wind slap me around.
I'm going to eat that burger slowly and read those books
I might find a drink of coffee too.
If i feel so inclined, i might take my time coming back to the world that claims to need me.
I might be late, i might show up on time.
I might ditch the whole thing and get drunk.
I'm throwing it all away and for nothing else but to save my life.
It's not much, but it's all i got.
I haven't planned it past the burger, but i'm ready. . .