No-One Else Could Wear Your Shoes

A worn down heel

Unpolished leather

A watermark from winter weather

No one else could ever wear your shoes

The day we met a private function

A broken lace on Clapham Junction

No one else could ever wear your shoes

I’ll burn your photographs and letters

Give away your shirts and sweaters

Parcel up the heartache and the blues

I’ll close the cupboard door and only

Open it when I feel lonely

No one else could ever wear your shoes

I’ll burn your photographs and letters

Give away your shirts and sweaters

Parcel up the heartache and the blues

I’ll close the cupboard door and only

Open it when I feel lonely