I'm all spent like a crumpled dollar note
Or the hull of your old rowboat
When it's tethered to the end of the dock
For a dozen years or so
My clothes wore out
All around the same time
I feel like I've been nickled and dimed
So Darlin if you'd be so kind
Find a needle and a thread
And help me mend what's mine
Cause I've got holes in the bottoms of my shoes
From chasing after you
And pieces of them left behind
Down on twenty-seven state lines
I'm all spent like the end of the season
Tired for all the right reasons
The return on my exchange
Is much, much more
Than you could even ever believe in
Cause I left little bits of my heart
Scattered out among the Ozarks
On the shores of many Northern lakes
And Louisiana in the dark
Cause I've got holes in the bottoms of my shoes
From chasing after you
And pieces of them left behind
Down on twenty-seven state lines
I swear I almost fell apart
Using up the sum of my parts
I'm all tired and I'm worn out
From chasin you through so many towns
But my dreams
Never seem
To slow down
Cause I've got holes in the bottoms of my shoes
I'm tuckered out and bruised
But I swear one day
I will catch up with You
