Even now I see him walking home at sundown
Hes whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side
I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket
And that factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died

I swore Id never heed that factory whistle
In a bankers cage I signed a loan against my future sins
All the neighbours shook my hand
And wished me well upon my leaving
Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends

So take these boots that shine like judas silver
And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my fathers shoes and let me walk in those

My stroke was good, the deals fell fast end easy
I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lions share
My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk
And boots of tender leather
And I walked in them the halls of power
But found no comfort there

So take these boots that shine like judas silver
And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my fathers shoes and let me walk in those

Lady lay these boots upon the fire
cause lady now I swear Ill never wear this pair again
I meant to stand up straight and tall
It never was that easy
Now these soles are stained from walking on the dreams
Of better men

So take these boots that shine like judas silver
And all these sad reflections on lost untravelled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my fathers shoes and let me walk in those