These worn out shoes,have holes in their soles
All the miles they've walked, have taken their toll
Every blister has been earned, with the tales they hold
When I thought my future was bright and bold
The healing is slow, for such a fool
Chasing dreams instead of truths
At the end of the road, I lost you,
I thought you would wait, each time you waved
My mind tells me, we we' ll be okay
Is it to late to patch these holes ask you to stay
It was me, not we, that led you astray
The healing is slow, for such a fool
Chasing dreams instead of truths
At the end of the road I lost you
Hope my heart plays still plays
On your radio
Let each memory note be the melody
Of your choice
Before your eyes tire from the days toil
Let my words be your lullaby, on your hearts radio