Made up my home May never Never leave Going to hate those walls Till the day I die Seven long months Spent in the ground I lived in a hole Behind them walls Five walls made up my home Five walls made out of stone For seven months It hollowed me out Hollowed out my body Like insects do the poppy I did seven months on my knees Pride was a luxury Still I held onto you And I had no pride Without pride I held out for you I sratched a number Off a whole lot of numbers Passed my fingers Across your face Where your picture lay I was the walking sleeping There was no rest for me I had to walk that one straight path Oh back and forth and back and forth I've been walking Now for ten weeks I don't remember I follow the line I follow the line till the end I don't remember Eighty-seven days Eighty-seven days And just a picture This way my ride There was no one else inside This was my road It took me back It took me forward Four hundred miles Four hundred miles The open whites gates The set me free But I will not be I will not be Until four hundred miles are behind me Who'll be there to meet me?