Boots

These old boots are tattered and worn
The soles are thin and the leather’s torn
They’re scuffed and stained and frayed clean through
But these boots brought me back to you

These boots once carried me away
To the shores of Carolina and the streets of West LA
Down countless roads and byways but in the end
These old boots brought me home again

They took me far away to bloody foreign sands
And somewhere over there I lost touch with who I am
But I know now I’m only whole when we’re together
And searching for myself was just a waste of leather

Now these boots stand by the bed right next to me
And I swear that’s where they’re always gonna be
To remind me if I feel that urge to move along
I’m already right where I belong

These old boots are tattered and worn
The soles are thin and the leather’s torn
They’re scuffed and stained and frayed clean through
But these boots brought me home to you