Chestnut Street - Denison Witmer

Maybe I should walk the length of Chestnut Street

The February snow falls to the city beat

I count my steps like worry that comes over me

And window-shop for jobs to get back on my feet

I wish I could stop the voices in your head

Or make them say only good things and never bad

I wish I could learn to be much more like you

I could love myself much better than I do

Hold me in

Let me go

Hold me in

I don’t know

Which way you turn

And it’s easier, I’m sure, to use a city map

Can’t you find yourself by wandering 'til the parts connect?

Until the drugs that fill your lungs start feeling overdone

And the alcohol just slows your brain, just thins your blood

Hold me in

Let me go

Hold me in

I don’t know

Which way you turn