My old shoes will dance no more

My old shoes kept me standing
My old shoes gotta leave the floor
For my old shoes will help no mending
My old shoes will dance no more

Leather once smooth is cracked and dry
My old shoes are gonna die
The sight of this pair, makes me cry
like a broken wing bird, unable to fly
The laces have been taken out, and I feel so confused
There's something deeply sad 'bout getting old and out of use

My old shoes kept me standing...

Holes in my soles, too many to mend
Holes in my wallet, can pay no rent
and I feel so tired and I feel so tense
and nothing I can do to change it
Their colours all have faded and their skin is grey and bruised, but the memories they gave me, are the kind that I'll never lose

My old shoes kept me standing...

I don't know why I feel so bad about goodbyes
guess the reason must be hidden deep inside
Nobody else can feel the way I feel ... about these shoes of mine

My old shoes kept me standing...