It's hard to know where it's at
Until you've been there.
She used to talk about things
Like she knew things
If you do things
You know
She's getting nowhere.
But we all need to try
So even if she dies
She's gonna move out
She's gonna move on
She's gonna taste it
And waste it
And put those boots on.
Maybe her color's too bright
To let her stand in that light
But she can make it shine
In every place she finds
So she can get up again
And put those boots on.
His colors run like a cat
The paint is heavy.
He keeps the old pain
With the new stain
Like a slow train
In its tracks
He's never ready.
But we all need to try
So even if he dies
He's gonna move out
He's gonna move on
He's gonna taste it
And waste it
And put those boots on.
Maybe his color's too bright
To let him stand in that light
But he can make it shine
In every place he finds
So he will get up again
And put those boots on.