Shoes
An empty bar, shadows lost in time
Pays the tab with his last dime
An empty glass he wins the race
A competition for the lowest place
The market line he’s standing in
After shopping from the clearance bin
The market bill he scrapes to pay
Prays another handout’s on the way
Hello, I’m you
Just passing through
Another foot to fill your shoe
Goodbye, goodbye to you
A gap divides two different men
Eyes not focused beyond the skin
A gap so wide they miss the clues
Walking alone in the same old shoes
Hello, I’m you
Just passing through
Another foot to fill your shoe
Goodbye, goodbye to you
And so I’ll say
Goodbye to you
