Life in a Northern Town

"Moving in silent desperation

Keeping an eye on the holy land

A hypothetical destination

Say, who is this walking man?

Well, the leaves have come to turning

And the goose has gone to fly

And bridges are for burning

So don’t you let that yearning

Pass you by...

The frost is on the pumpkin

And the hay is in the barn...

And the walking man walks..."

-James Taylor