If you were in my shoes Your toes would be crunched But at least then you could Stand where I stand, See what I see, Feel how I feel. You see I don't like my Own view anymore- What I see from these eyes, Standing in these shoes, Stuck in this spot. If you were in my shoes, Then I'd be in yours My feet swimming Where yours fit just right, And I suppose this reminds me Of playing in my dad's shoes As a kid... His made me feel big Yours just make me feel small. So how do you like my view? How do you like me in your shoes, Treading on your heart As you tread on mine? Don't try to run, My shoes are stuck.