Here I stand gazing
At this puddle pooled round my feet
Bending down I try to
Save my shoelaces before they drown

Come away with dirty hands
Fingers slip the knot falls open
Come away with filthy hands
Evidence of where my feet have been

Looking back on where I’ve gone
I see now where I went so wrong
Straying from the lighted path you made
I slipped, fell flat on my face

Came away with dirty hands
Fingers slipped the knot fell open
Came away with filthy hands
Evidence of where my feet had been

Where my feet had been
Where my feet had taken me
Where my feet had been

Can you tie my shoelaces
Tie them tightly to your own
Then when you step I’ll take one too
You’ll hold me up as I follow you home

Come away with clean hands
Fingers brush the nail scars in yours
Come away with spotless hands
The evidence has all been washed away

Copyright © 2001 Dawson Cowals.