Walk from Holed Up by Seth Hanson

When the bus choked up outside of town
We figured we could walk it off
We carried what we thought we'd really need
We left the rest, buried, sprouting seed

We traveled east, though our backs were broke as wood
We figured we could walk it off
Through the heavy swing of the pendulum, hammering bells
We ducked, we barely saved our little selves

And our march
To find the spring
Lasted longer
Then I will let myself believe

The desert was as dark as your eyes
When we lit a fire, and picked from our supplies
It seemed that nothing could be so clear as this
Miles up ahead as close as fists

We traveled when we woke beside the sun
We figured we could walk it off
Despite our wandering and the jeopardy of our mind
With both the knowledge of our end and of our line

And our march
To find the spring
Lasted longer
Then I will let myself believe

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