Same Shoes

You appear in every thought
You occur in every instance that my mind goes places
I’ve never been before

You’re there in discoveries
In every invention to be made
Still I’m missing you, every day a little more

New Orleans, Montego Bay
Scraggy jeans, plane blues
Win-win, lose-lose
We’re walking in the same shoes

When it’s hard to make a choice
You show me all I need to know
To face the right directions without a compass or a map

Sometimes it is all too much
The load we carry on our backs
Sleepless nights – then I think of you and I’m ready to take a nap

New Orleans, Montego Bay
Scraggy jeans, plane blues

Phone calls and postcards fill the diaries we share
Where the ink never dries
Riverfalls and boulevards
Places where the longing starts

New Orleans, Montego Bay
Scraggy jeans, plane blues
Win-win, lose-lose
We’re walking in the same shoes