Walking Song

This room should be singing But its echoes are all marble and stone If I could go curl up inside that jukebox I would I think I'd like that for my new home I left the cabaret carrying a piano up the hill It's all wood and wire and soul I should be walking on my name downtown But I've been kept here down in this hole I like those shoes I can tell you where you got them Different street but they're all the same Let's find a bottle that we can go cozy up with Maybe a nice porch where we can wait out the rain This room should be dancing