Lyrics

Well my heels they kick up the dust
But it’s better than sitting collecting rust
I’d stay, but I go where I must
Yeah, my heels they just kick up the dust

And there ain’t no way to see which way I’ve come
Just like there ain’t no way to see the things I’ve done
And the dust it clogs my brain till I can’t tell 10 from 1

And there ain’t no way to see the things I’ve done
Just like there ain’t no way to see which way I’ve come

Well I set out so humble and lowly
And I see what the world wants to show me
Well they see me and they pity me, so lowly
Yeah a friend to drifters, chumps, and dumpsters only

Well I walk until I, I can’t feel my feet no more
And I like to see what falls when I slam the door
I see my feet so worn there, while my boots lie on the floor

And there ain’t any home anymore
Yeah no place feels like home much anymore

Well I’m just a chameleon and liar
A quick pickpocket and a counterfeit buyer
But if I got the chance to walk that road I’d try ‘er
Till these dreams are eaten up by moth and fire