Beneath the Shoes
The path walking uphill
Don't slip
When the souls can't grip the crumbling rocks
Beneath the shoes
There she stands
Reaching down to pick up the swordless man
Wars not over but the battle
Is theirs to lose
Dry bed of a birthplace
Cinches break
Once were photographs of trees
Out in the lake
And this hand
Reaching down to offer a trembling shake
At the other end
Two friends to far to go so there they'll stay
Disaster waiting to happen
In an uneasy gate
Made their escape easy enough
A door as open as the wounds on his hands
With nothing awake for miles
For the one who's gotten lost
In a horses eye
Unlikely pair
To get surrounded
All the way around
And it's much too deep now to swim
When the clouds
Open up their mouths
Swallow up the last glimmer of sun
Erasing all doubts
Disaster waiting to happen
In an uneasy gate
Made their escape easy enough
A door as open as the wounds on his hands
With nothing awake for miles
For the one who's gotten lost
In a horses eye
It's the strangest face
Staring at your fate
Like the look of a man
Who realizes that he lost the race
And their toes
Suddenly cold
One last glimpse, goodbye friend
A man his companion are washed away
Completely washed away
Don't slip
When the souls can't grip the crumbling rocks
Beneath the shoes
There she stands
Reaching down to pick up the swordless man
Wars not over but the battle
Is theirs to lose
Dry bed of a birthplace
Cinches break
Once were photographs of trees
Out in the lake
And this hand
Reaching down to offer a trembling shake
At the other end
Two friends to far to go so there they'll stay
Disaster waiting to happen
In an uneasy gate
Made their escape easy enough
A door as open as the wounds on his hands
With nothing awake for miles
For the one who's gotten lost
In a horses eye
Unlikely pair
To get surrounded
All the way around
And it's much too deep now to swim
When the clouds
Open up their mouths
Swallow up the last glimmer of sun
Erasing all doubts
Disaster waiting to happen
In an uneasy gate
Made their escape easy enough
A door as open as the wounds on his hands
With nothing awake for miles
For the one who's gotten lost
In a horses eye
It's the strangest face
Staring at your fate
Like the look of a man
Who realizes that he lost the race
And their toes
Suddenly cold
One last glimpse, goodbye friend
A man his companion are washed away
Completely washed away
Credits
Writer(s): Thrift Store Cowboys
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