XXXVII.

These shoes make my feet ache
As I stand in the middle of the wake
of your latest demise
in my pretty blue eyes

Ten thousand plus words that I've written this week
Still I haven't found any that effectively speak
All that I want you to hear
So far but yet so near

and there are shamrocks on the wall
but everything else was left for the floor
and this wastebaskets getting full
from things thrown away that meant so much more

This chain on my neck stands for more than I do
But standing for something's for the proud and the few
And I'm not one of those men
Who thinks that this just happens

I was waiting around your window real late last night
I was hoping that you'd be there and you just might
Fix all that I've done wrong
And sing my favorite songs

and there are shamrocks on the wall
but everything else was meant for the floor
and this wastebaskets getting full
from things thrown away that meant so much more

Someone went and stole my Sunday's best
But just keep your head up
And never quit singing
Never quit singing
Never quit singing
Never quit singing