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 soUp 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 bearPast the chola wall

Swift and not to stallBeyond 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