A buttoned shirt and open tie
Another afternoon
Taking anything
And howling at the moon
A woman down the corner
Is visiting the day
Under no impression
That she intends to stay
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Holding out the bottle
No one takes a drink
Everybody took the light
And flushed it down the sink
Making something special
That no one's seen before
Find it, shape it, cook it up
And kick it out the door
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Down West - Blue Shoes Lyrics
Down West - Blue Shoes Lyrics
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A buttoned shirt and open tie
Another afternoon
Taking anything
And howling at the moon
A woman down the corner
Is visiting the day
Under no impression
That she intends to stay
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Holding out the bottle
No one takes a drink
Everybody took the light
And flushed it down the sink
Making something special
That no one's seen before
Find it, shape it, cook it up
And kick it out the door
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Another afternoon
Taking anything
And howling at the moon
A woman down the corner
Is visiting the day
Under no impression
That she intends to stay
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Holding out the bottle
No one takes a drink
Everybody took the light
And flushed it down the sink
Making something special
That no one's seen before
Find it, shape it, cook it up
And kick it out the door
Blue shoes and a dress from the vintage store
Yard sale regalia
Or something she made
Looks like a memory of better days
Just glad to be here
And never afraid
Writer: Stephen Stanard
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