One pair of shoes, ragged and torn
Trampling a path between barley and corn
I follow the wind, go with the flow
And stick to the road in my old pair of shoes
One pair of oars, wooden and old
Rowing me towards where a life will unfold
Where everything's better, everything's new
Except for these oars and my old pair of shoes
I'm gonna write a travelogue
I want this story to be told
How i was brave, how i was bold
I walked away with everything to loose
But one pair of shoes
One pair of eyes, sweet as can be
Wild as a river, deep as the sea
Warm as a fire, green as the trees
Somewhere ahead she is waiting for me.
I'm gonna write a travelogue
I want this story to be told
How i was brave, how i was bold
I walked away with everything to loose