Footsteps of the heron

One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd,
There was me and the whole of my conscience.
And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went,
and that my going would be of no importance.

And I've nothing to do,
And I've nowhere to go
I'm not in the slightest way upset.
I'm not chasing a hope,
or a dream or a plan
And I'm not even chasing the sunset.

The pussycat laughed and he followed me down,
As we walked through the crowds without motion
He said he would stay, but he ran clear away,
I just laughed at his lack of devotion.

I met this fink, tried to buy me a drink,
And he says, I don't care 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I, but I'd buy you a guy,
If I thought you were trying to get funny."

This man I did meet, spoke to me through his feet,
And he said, "I don't care either 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I but I buy wings to fly,
'Cause without them the sun ain't so sunny."