Tracy Chapman - Cold Feet Lyrics
There was a little boy once upon a timeWho in spite of his young age and small size knew his mindFor every copper penny and clover he would findMake a wish for better days the end of hard timesFor no more cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHis clothes were always cleanHis face was always scrubbedThere was food on the table enough to fill him upHis house was full of life - his house was full of loveBut when winter days arrivedThere was never money enough to shod his cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHe grew up to be a worker determined to succeedHe made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needsBut with nobody to share the life hed madeNo body to keep him warm at nightWhen hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feetCold cold cold cold feetOne night he walked the street looking to the heavens aboveSearching for a shooting star a benevolent godWhen a woman passing by brushed his armHe turned and found loveHe then wished for the courage to ask this strangerWho she was to not have cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHe thought shed like the party life and want the finer thingsSo he promised more than he could buyAnd he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHe worked day and night his fingers to the boneHi worried mind guilty conscience drive him onHe cant give her what she needsHe wants to give her what he thinks she wantsHer sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHed struggled all his life to be an honest manProud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the landBut some guys he knew from high school daysSaid they had a plan to get rich quickAnd they could count him in if he dont have cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHe thought about their offer accepted it without qualmsDreamt about the life hed buyThe comfort that would come without cold feetCold cold cold cold feetHe decided to tell his wife things would soon turn aroundHe said the little boy is deadA man stands with you now without cold feetCold cold cold cold feetWithout cold feet - cold cold cold cold feetHe thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watchHe left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luckMakes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre lateWhen youre out of time - the flowers have been laidYoure six feet undergroundWith cold feetCold cold cold cold feet
