The Point of Departure

Words and music by Bill Price

I getta ride - you gotta walk - that's just the way it goes
What you did to end up there, there ain't nobody knows

Maybe your love broke down
Maybe you sold yourself around

I walked in, they kicked you out of the Union Central Bank
You got mauled by an uptown cat - I put a tiger in my tank

Maybe your luck ran out
Maybe your dreams are a little bit in doubt

And I will take my time
Like Willie Brown rode the blinds
The road is long, but ride is mine

I got hired, you got fired from an all-night laundromat
And every time I wash my shirt it's got me thinking that

Maybe your hands aren't clean
Maybe you soiled them in the machine

And I will take my time
Like Willie Brown rode the blinds
The road is long, but the ride is mine

Now I may walk and you may ride - that's just how it might be
I'll have a picnic in my backyard - you'll be dining like a king

Maybe I'll derail a time or two
Maybe, just maybe I'll arrive without you

And I will take my time
Like Willie Brown rode the blinds
The road is long, but the ride is mine

© 2006 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)