Still Selling Shoes

We are at a crossroads

Trees bow to the winds of change

But where is all the dancing

Where is all the dancing?

Where are the comely maidens?

With their hair wraps and braiding

Here we are at a crossroads

And where do we go from here?

Boozy charm will only get you so far

That's a card played by the underdog

With a lamp went cold to our rub

We turned to nurse the tiger cub

Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..

Now I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes

Surely we can manage a sound one, a sound one

We've long closed Billy's barn doors

'Cos it doesn't rhyme with where the gang goes

Have we forgotten what it's like to go 'cos we did not have

We'd say it loud and with one voice

We didn't really have a choice

But to tear ourselves from this land

And go colonise by sleeping bag

Trojan nag

Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..

When Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..

Still selling shoes, still selling shoes, still selling shoes