Lyrics:

Jimmy roams alone. 
Jimmy walks alone.
He's made up his mind. 
Never back home again.
His house beside the church. 
His empty, weary hands.
Jarring cries inside. Silence all around.
Now, they all walk with him.

Jimmy drags his bones. 
Jimmy's not afraid.
He's sent a letter to his friends.
No roads. No stamps. No regrets.
His home is now behind a bush.
And the bells still ringing far away.

Jimmy is not alone. 
Jimmy walks side by side
with the ghosts of Larry and Mick.
Their house beside the church.
Their slender, soothing hands.
They see their cries so far away.
And the grass' so soft and warm.
It's time to rest.
Tomorrow, another walk.

Jimmy Walks Alone

As a composer, guitarist, and poet, Giuseppe Bonaccorso is firmly attached to atonal, avant-garde, and highly experimental music. A countercultural artist, he works out his music through original compositional processes never tied to mainstream culture.
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