How do I get there with these old feet? Wanderin' aimless - or so it seems People's is talkin', they's talkin' 'bout these Paperback shoes tied 'round these old feet
How do I see without these eyes? Death relent and save my life Poor my feet no more would go Burn my hands on open road
Bicycle framework - no wheels or seat Christmas tree carcass - all trimmin's free Skeleton mattress - can't get no sleep Relics made landmarks for these old feet
How do I clap with these two hands? Beat sorrow down - I will withstand When poor my feet no more would go Take these my hands to open road