Walking Shoes
Quelle: Spotify
I am a blurred background spot, on that photo on your wall
I'm a little siginifance, to anyone here at all
I'm just a man with no roots, barrowed songs and busted boots
Always broke but on the move, hey hey
I am a tourist in your sunny day, like the babysitter
When I see your dog smile, I cry inside a little
But it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
When we live our lives, through postcards and telephones
Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes
God bless my soul as I take his name in vain
We are cursed to be travelers, in search of fame
So when we hit the hollywood hills we're gonna scream our names
Hoping one day it will echo
We are the tourists in your sunny day, both sweet and bitter
And lifes just a work in progress, it makes us sigh a little
Cause it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
When we live our lives, through postcards and telephones
Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
So much to touch, but never enough to hold
When you live your life, through post cards and telephones
Just like the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo
We were born with walking shoes
So much to touch, but never enough to hold
You can live your life like mr. dylan's rolling stone
You know the answers in the wind, and behind that choochoo
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes, america will be seeing you
Only ever passing through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes
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