The Walking Song

Wouldn't it be nice to walk together
Baring our souls while wearing out the leather?
We could talk shop, harmonize a song
Wouldn't it be nice to walk along?

I'll show you houses of architectural renown
Some are still standing, some have fallen down
Farm houses buried under Canada's snow
Spanish villas on the boulevards of Mexico

And I'll learn to tell the ash from the oak
And if you don't know the difference, I won't make
No joke
We'll climb to the top and view the world from above
Carve our initials in the trunk, like teenagers in love

And when we get hungry, we'll stop to eat
Gotta think of our stomachs and rest our feet
And when we get thirsty, we'll have a drink or two
In a mountain top bar with a mountain top view

And when we get tired, we'll stop to rest
And if you still wanna talk, well, you can bare your breast
If it's winter and cold, we'll take a rooming house room
If it's summer and warm, we'll sleep under the moon

And we'll talk about the sports we played
'Bout the time you got busted, or the times I got laid
We'll talk blood and how we were bred
And talk about the folks, both living and dead

This song, like this walk, I find hard to end
Be my lover and be my friend
In sneakers or boots or regulation shoes
Walking beside ya, I'll never get the walking blues