These shoes tattered and old no longer in style
Tan leather uppers and soles they know my desires
They know I’m a liar
They know where I go
When low
These old friends of mine

Streets I swear I’ve never been have all left their mark
Stones embedded in soles echo loud in the dark
Locations concealed
Resoled and reheeled
My deal
With these old friends of mine

These old friends of mine
They match each step I take
Each vow I break
On land or shifting sand
We stand

These shoes lead me astray then leave me alone
Then at the end of the day they walk me back home
No trouble or trial
In comfort and style
Each mile
With these old friends of mine