An Old Pair Of Shoes

I met a young girl who sat on a step
I saw her quite clearly quite early one night
I spoke the first words that came to my head
she sealed my fate when she answered “alright”

she looked quite old though she was younger than I
and I asked her how many like me she had seen
“I never counted” she said with a grin
I looked at my hand said “I see what you mean”

I hear her say as the night was wearing thin
and she printed my name on the bottom of her shoes
“all those who pass by they can never win
but those who come in they can never lose”

there are many fine seas to part with your hand
and many fine roads if you know how to choose
to some it’s a chance ta the axe of the queen
but to one it’s a name on an old pair of shoes