I Say That I Will Go

Across the freeway flow



Against the western row



On ploding shoes i go



To steal you out of tow



On the phone i swear



And so i will do so







Up the access stair



To cash my paycheck there



And down again to fare



The dirty city glare



Through the motor squall



To the south i bear







Past the chola wall



Swift and not to stall







Beyond the burning tires



Among the towering spires



I say that i will go



And so i will do so



Down the barren lanes



Heed the boarded panes







To the hard window



There to sign below



Alone there i will go



And put the money down



To take you back to town



On the phone i swear



Not to tell your dad