Past the derelict mattress and the overgrown pavement over the tracks and through the hole in the fence Past graffiti-bright buildings and the junkyard alarm bell and the screaming police cars and it's all present tense
It's my beat In my new town
Past the drunk woman reeling with her bag of provisions Down through the tunnel with the stink-fuming bus On to the bike path where it's something like freedom and the wind in my earring whispers Trust what you must
It's my beat In my new town
Ancient and always The wheel's ever whirling Today I'm riding Tomorrow I walk Step through forever into this very moment The heart is pumping and the heart rocks