As I Came Of Age

Sorting through my things

See what I can find

Picking through the past

See what's left behind

Multicoloured sweaters

That moths have eaten holes

A pair of braided moccasins

With worn out soles

Boots were made for walking

Winds were blowing change

Boys fall in the jungle

As I came of age

Black and white TV

With a broken twelve-inch screen

Dylan's Highway 61

And Jackie's Love Machine

Boots were made for walking

Winds were blowing change

Boys fall in the jungle

As I came of age

I reread your letters

And again I cry great tears

Light comes to the surface

Even after all these years

Oh, boots were made for walking

Winds were blowing change

Boys fall in the jungle

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age

As I came of age