I Sold My Hopes Video (MV)

I sold my hopes on the streets to a young man
He had a map and a master plan
Tied to his waist was a sword
And tender were his words
Why do we all have ready feet?

I sold my hopes cost me nothing to give them away
But it sure meant something, something
I found hard to display or recognise
Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes
I can't let that happen to you, no not for the life of me

I'm barking up the street
It only echoes back at me
I intend to find that face I'll recognise

What's that?
Through the crowd I see him bow
But it's me, he sees right through
But it's me, he sees right through

Tied to his waist was a sword
And tender were his words
Why do we all have ready feet?
Why do we all have ready feet?