Lyrics: Grant
I haven't heard a voice that I can trust
and all this sweetness turns a throat to rust
I'm standing on a quay wrapped up in mist
the steamer's left with someone that I miss
I'd walk a hundred miles
sold my horse, got fired by the consul
a testament to flags, I was hostile
tried faith and drugs and gold
it didn't work, I couldn't fill the hole
I'd walk a hundred miles
a thousand miles, a million miles
two steps step out
towards your door
I'll be calling round
two steps step out
I'm on my way
here I am now
I started cutting marble in a quarry
I worked my hands, I wasn't in a hurry
the time I did to pass the time
the time I did to pass the time
I'd walk a hundred miles
so now I'm loading wool down at the wharf
the ships unload and then they head back north
and every time the mist comes in
I sit and watch the mist come in
I'd walk a hundred miles
a thousand miles, a million miles
two steps step out
towards your door
I'll be calling round
two steps step out
I'm on my way
here I am now
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