As the moon rises high above my lonesome valley home
I'm reminded that the world has got a heart made out of stone
And I'm sure it works much better than the one they put in me
that just sits here on the steps and wonders where I ought to be
Walk away, walk away
I could just get up and walk away
The mailbox is empty and the phone don't ever ring
I watch my little piece of lawn from an ancient rusty swing
There's just not a lot of work here for what I know how to do
as I go on ignoring that old way of life is through
Walk away, walk away
the more I know the less I have to say
Walk away, walk away
I could just get up and walk away
Well maybe California was just a dream I had
and like a fool I tried to make it real and now I got it bad
Because I've never been anywhere I felt like I belong
and as my friends all move away I wonder what I'm doing wrong
Walk away, walk away
the more I know the less I have to say
Walk away, walk away
I could never own here anyway
Walk away, walk away
If I could just get up I'd walk away