Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today
After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away

Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes
He [bad word] when I asked him about it
He said young man, pay heed, you listen well to what I say
Now [bad word] a time for a man to walk away

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I'll sure take some time
And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind

He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold
I'm not sure but I think that he was trying
He told me about the weather and something old to pay
But tomorrow, he said, I'm gonna surely walk away

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I'll take my sweet time
And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade