Working hard each day of the week and the bank's still in the red
Every morning I get up and work into the night
Then Sarah took the kids away, said"Love won't pay these bills"
Now I'm pacing round this empty place like a restless hungry ghost
There's a cupboard on the seventh floor where I used to have a home
Kept my suit pressed neat at work, pretending I still had a home
But someone found me sleeping late, my snore was my betrayal
Now sitting in the morning rain with just my guitar and I play
They say I've hit rock bottom, and maybe they are right
Wandering these empty streets in the cold of night
There's something in the letting go that scares me half to death
Maybe I was always lost and this is all that's left
The hostel's eyes of broken dreams are always watching me
They stole my phone last Tuesday night, that one selfie with my sweet
But I punched the culprit in the face, now I'm back out in the cold
My fingers finding songs to sing. Just me and my guitar
The bottle helps me sleep at night beneath the bridge's shade
But every morning brings the shame of promises I'd made
Could've been somebody else, that's what echoes in my mind
But that somebody never sang these songs that now I leave behind
Met some migrants by the market where they throw good food away
We share what we can carry, trade the stories of our yesterday
Found an empty house where the roof still holds against the rain
Started seeing different paths through all these streets I thought I knew
You say that I am falling, but I've never flown so high
These feet could take me anywhere beneath this open sky
There's wisdom in the letting go of all that I should be
I hear the ocean calling and for once my heart feels free"How'd you get all the way over here? That's like hours away!""Ha! I just used my two legs and walked"
Ale Canque - My Two Feet Lyrics
Ale Canque - My Two Feet Lyrics
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Working hard each day of the week and the bank's still in the red
Every morning I get up and work into the night
Then Sarah took the kids away, said"Love won't pay these bills"
Now I'm pacing round this empty place like a restless hungry ghost
There's a cupboard on the seventh floor where I used to have a home
Kept my suit pressed neat at work, pretending I still had a home
But someone found me sleeping late, my snore was my betrayal
Now sitting in the morning rain with just my guitar and I play
They say I've hit rock bottom, and maybe they are right
Wandering these empty streets in the cold of night
There's something in the letting go that scares me half to death
Maybe I was always lost and this is all that's left
The hostel's eyes of broken dreams are always watching me
They stole my phone last Tuesday night, that one selfie with my sweet
But I punched the culprit in the face, now I'm back out in the cold
My fingers finding songs to sing. Just me and my guitar
The bottle helps me sleep at night beneath the bridge's shade
But every morning brings the shame of promises I'd made
Could've been somebody else, that's what echoes in my mind
But that somebody never sang these songs that now I leave behind
Met some migrants by the market where they throw good food away
We share what we can carry, trade the stories of our yesterday
Found an empty house where the roof still holds against the rain
Started seeing different paths through all these streets I thought I knew
You say that I am falling, but I've never flown so high
These feet could take me anywhere beneath this open sky
There's wisdom in the letting go of all that I should be
I hear the ocean calling and for once my heart feels free"How'd you get all the way over here? That's like hours away!""Ha! I just used my two legs and walked"
Every morning I get up and work into the night
Then Sarah took the kids away, said"Love won't pay these bills"
Now I'm pacing round this empty place like a restless hungry ghost
There's a cupboard on the seventh floor where I used to have a home
Kept my suit pressed neat at work, pretending I still had a home
But someone found me sleeping late, my snore was my betrayal
Now sitting in the morning rain with just my guitar and I play
They say I've hit rock bottom, and maybe they are right
Wandering these empty streets in the cold of night
There's something in the letting go that scares me half to death
Maybe I was always lost and this is all that's left
The hostel's eyes of broken dreams are always watching me
They stole my phone last Tuesday night, that one selfie with my sweet
But I punched the culprit in the face, now I'm back out in the cold
My fingers finding songs to sing. Just me and my guitar
The bottle helps me sleep at night beneath the bridge's shade
But every morning brings the shame of promises I'd made
Could've been somebody else, that's what echoes in my mind
But that somebody never sang these songs that now I leave behind
Met some migrants by the market where they throw good food away
We share what we can carry, trade the stories of our yesterday
Found an empty house where the roof still holds against the rain
Started seeing different paths through all these streets I thought I knew
You say that I am falling, but I've never flown so high
These feet could take me anywhere beneath this open sky
There's wisdom in the letting go of all that I should be
I hear the ocean calling and for once my heart feels free"How'd you get all the way over here? That's like hours away!""Ha! I just used my two legs and walked"
Writer: Alejandro Fernandez
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