Текст песне : Level 42. Living It Up. My Father's Shoes.

Even now I see him walking home at sundown
He's 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 I'd never heed that factory whistle
In a banker's cage I signed a loan against my future sins
All the neighbors 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 untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those

My stroke was good, the deals fell fast and easy
I hired the sweat of honest men and took the lion's 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 untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those

Lady lay these boots upon the fire
'Cause lady now I swear I'll 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 untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those