When I walk,
I walk alone
Cause I don’t really have a home
When I cry,
I cry alone
Cause ain’t nobody gonna throw me a bone.
When I was young my father used to say, used to say
Get out and go away, go away
Well when I left to go away, away
We just stood and looked at each other
Cause there wasn’t anything else to say, except that
When I walk,
I walk alone
Cause I don’t really have a home
When I cry,
I cry alone
Cause ain’t nobody gonna throw me a bone.
When I was in class I stood up to say to the teacher
Why ya actin like some kinda preacher?
Well all the kids just turned around and laughed, and laughed
So I left, as I seem to always do
I left, to go back to the empty road
Cause when I walk,
I walk alone
Cause I don’t really have a home
When I cry,
I cry alone
Cause ain’t nobody gonna throw me a bone.
When I walked by I met your eyes that were just full of despise
But your words oh words were so much worse towards me
Well to you I mean nothin
And nothin means nothin
But to me you mean so much more than that
Well humanity brings about tragedy
Still I would’t mind someone to accompany me, because
When I walk,
I walk alone
Cause I don’t really have a home
When I cry,
I cry alone
Cause ain’t nobody gonna throw me a fuckin bone.
A collection of improvised baritone sax and flute compositions that strike a compelling balance between softness and spontaneity. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2024