As a traveller through unfamiliar lands
I’ve quite a specific quest
The idea is to get home
And you’ve no idea that’s a fucking test
Because I’m walking the plank
Where the captain toots a horn
At 160 decibels or so;
My mental drapes have torn
One step forward, two steps back
Is a waltz in my head
Only it’s played on a landmine:
One wrong step, kiddo, and you’re dead
I’ve nearly slipped and drowned
And I was only walking on a road
My treasure chest is getting heavy
And so are my breath, my curses and my groans
I threw away the map
After tearing it to shreds
Around these parts
Only my eyes can get cred
And my legs seem made of lead
The green man’s laughing at me
Only fifty metres away
Arrive to give the dust company
Who’d have thought crossing a road was hard?
Who could possibly have known?
At just a few hundred metres distance
I’m still a long walk from home.
