We are at a crossroads
|
Trees bow to the winds of change
|
But where is all the dancing
|
Where is all the dancing?
|
Where are the comely maidens?
|
With their hair wraps and braiding
|
Here we are at a crossroads
|
And where do we go from here?
|
|
Boozy charm will only get you so far
|
That's a card played by the underdog
|
With a lamp went cold to our rub
|
We turned to nurse the tiger cub
|
|
Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..
|
|
Now I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes
|
Surely we can manage a sound one, a sound one
|
We've long closed Billy's barn doors
|
'Cos it doesn't rhyme with where the gang goes
|
Have we forgotten what it's like to go 'cos we did not have
|
We'd say it loud and with one voice
|
We didn't really have a choice
|
But to tear ourselves from this land
|
And go colonise by sleeping bag
|
Trojan nag
|
|
Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..
|
When Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..
|
|
Still selling shoes, still selling shoes, still selling shoes
|
|
-----------------
|
Still Selling Shoes
|
| Bell X1 |
