I wanna walk out in all this silence, a pistol to all the heads beside me, I wanna walk with this violence, I wanna survey the fields, and walk among the mist, I wanna walk to the freight train tracks, I wanna wait there till it passes, I wanna walk till dawn, watch my dying sunrise, I wanna walk into red, yellow and green lights, I wanna have traffic stop and scream, walk to the city, get butter pecan ice cream.