THE TIP OF MY SHOE

THE TIP OF MY SHOE

I'm so sick of football
Never ending
I can't stand the wait
I wish you would call me
But you're always too late
The excitement wears off
and everything turns out differently
I know you're just perfect
But what's wrong with me
I'm just gliding along
Just gliding along
Gliding along in the echo of the wind
you'll hear me playing ... a song
I'm too caught up in things concrete
But, I won't be staying long
The world is a lonely place
staring at the tip of my shoe
So I think I'll free my feet
I'm just gliding along
I'm just gliding along
gliding along in the echo of the wind
You'll hear me playing .... my song
Hey grandma, if you only knew
how much I talked about you
Love story, oh don't I wish it was true
No falsies
Just another shoulder pad incident
and the world is a lonely place
staring at the tip of my shoe
So I think I'll free my feet
Been too caught up in things concrete
So the world became a lonely place
Staring at the tip of my shoe
So I freed my feet
What nice little feet God gave me
Thank you
Never ending, never ending
   Rachel Wicks