Still Selling Shoes
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 we'd call to our runt
Turned to nurse the tiger cub
Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..
I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes
Surely we can manage to be someone, someone
We've long closed Billy's barn doors
'Cos it doesn't matter where the gang goes
Have we forgotten what it's like to go
'Cos we did not have
Say it loud and with one voice
We didn't really have a choice
But to 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
When Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes