I go to the corner where it all goes down
& I do things I'll regret
but not right now
they say "angel, you've been here before"
yeah I had my boots to carry me
just like Pandora with her box
I let everything out and spin around
and when they come to me
it's like a river to cross
but I have my boots to ferry me
and I remember how it feels
I always stop and remember
but I do it again
and I jump up and slap my heels
'cause I have my boots on
I'd like to see my eyes
in someone else's face
I'd like to see my face in a magazine
the things I want. the life I need
my boots keep me between
I passed out on a subway train
and a woman she came and took my hand
but I'm alright I'm okay
I can fall like rain
long as I have my boots
to help me stand
and the streets they empty hour by hour
til they were finally drained
and I was all alone
and just like Pandora, I was sorry now
but I had my boots to carry me home
the sky is wild and full of holes
the wind is wild and it's full of coughs
sometimes I think I'd float away
if I took my boots off
I'd like to see my eyes
in someone else's face
I'd like to see my face on a magazine
the things I want, the life I need
my boots keep me between