Cinderella was a young girl She did her best to please the people who would never let her dreams come true She wore the rags that they passed down Until the day she found a perfect pair of shoes She could tell by the size they were only meant for her And when she put them on, from that moment she was sure when she said
"I've been waking too long in somebody else's shoes I've been tripping on the laces, running into empty spaces And I've been hanging around with people who make me blue But I'm not walking anymore in those shoes"
Back here in real life, I read that story and I wonder if I'm just the same as she I'm wrapped in worldly visions, and my split decisions take me places That I never meant to be And now the great and spacious building has me scrubbing down the floors And I've got to find a way to tell them I can't work there anymore cause
I've been walking too long in somebody else's shoes I've been tripping on the laces, running into empty spaces And I've been hanging around in places that hide the truth But I'm not walking anymore In those shoes
Give me shoes that are comfortable on the straight and narrow way With a soul that God can see straight through Because my toes are curling under in the ones that I've been wearing I need a pair that makes me feel brand new
I've been walking too long in somebody else's shoes I've been tripping on the laces, running into empty spaces And I've been hanging around in places that hide the truth But I'm not walking anymore In those shoes I'm not walking anymore in those shoes