Lyrics

My old shoes at your feet dear.
I wonder who I'll meet here.
To find a place where in my empty room
I won't realize the way I've come
or where I've been is my wish.

Rust breath on my strings, tired.
Regret in the songs I sing, you liar.
To find a place where my fingers move
and won't recall the way I've come
or where I've been is my wish.

My smile is a lie
to convince me that I'm home.
When I see you walking by
to know I'm not alone is my wish.

A new sun is rising bright and clear.
I wonder what things I'll see here.
To find a place where in the afternoon
I won't realize the way that I've come
or where I've been is my wish.