I don’t speak, I just walk
I carry the shield of a dead man
The heart burns, still it aches
As I walk with a toothache in my heel

Eternally is the suffering
Bringing tears every corner and every crack
I’m not joking, I’m not pretending
I’m not nurturing unnecessary fears

I don’t speak, I just walk
I’ve been out since the other night
The heart burns, still it aches
As I walk until disappearing from sight

I stepped into the mystical garden
On a warm summer day, on a hot summer lawn
Excuse me, madam, I beg your pardon
There’s no one here, the gardener’s gone

I don’t speak, I just walk
Up the road, around the bend
The heart burns, still it aches
In the last retreat at the end of the world
part of Ain't talking Bob Dylan