Lyrics

Well the springtime moon is rising soon
And it lights my path
Through these crooked streets and the people I meet
Along the river red

You see I’ve walked this road about a thousand times
And it’s always the same
There’s some young punk kid who’s trying to pick a fight
But I can understand

You gotta hold the ground that you are standing on
You gotta live it hard or you ain’t living long

I’m walking home, walking home
I’m walking home, walking home
All alone

Well my hometown now is singing the blues
While the lilacs bloom
I see ghosts of old lovers on the sidewalk
I can hear 'em talk about their lovers new

But I can see it now just how the world goes round
You ain’t got nothing to choose
And that young punk kid just keeps on lipping me off
Like he’s got something to prove

I’m walking home, walking home
I’m walking home, walking home

Past the bus stop, pass the corner shop
Where I stole from when I was just a kid
Past my high school walls
Where I learned to lose and I taught myself to sing

I’m walking home, walking home
I’m walking home, walking home
I’m walking home, walking home
I’m walking home, walking home
All alone

©2026 Noah Derksen