The good old days that never were
Are what she reaches for
Carry on, carry on
Forget about me

Her body sways she doesn't care
She pulls me to the floor
Carry on, carry on
Forget about me

Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
All day
You went with me
Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
The past that never was

The feathered brooms that brush away
The details that still hurt
Carry on, carry on
Forget about me

The ransacked tombs of happy days
Leaves me with the dirt
Carry on, carry on
Forget about me

Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
Waiting in queues
The past that never was

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)
Waiting in queues
(Waiting in queues)
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)
Waiting in queues
(Waiting in queues)
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)
Waiting in queues
(Waiting in queues)
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)
Waiting in queues
(Waiting in queues)
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)
Waiting in queues
(Waiting in queues)
All day
You went with me

Holes in my shoes
(Holes in my shoes)