Old dusty shoes
Warn out leather
Still stands the weather

Old tattered soul
Took the weight of this lonely road

Ah but it feels like home to me
Walking on to my destiny
Old tattered soul bound to be free
Don't want no more than what's meant to be

Old laces show
Places where they've been
Pulled before

And I'm careful to tie
Without breaking the weak
Protecting the lie

Ah but it feels like home to me
Making it to my destiny
Old worn string still holding on
Don't pull no more 'til I'm gone

And now I know
What youth could not
What time reveals

We must go through
The scars we make
The fate we seal

Ah but it feels like home to me
Looking into my destiny
With these old shoes still on my feet
Waring old shoes faithfully