Welcome to the salvage store

Last chance for damaged goods;

By now you know the hype was all a lie

You see I've been here for a while

Stacking souls in different piles

You can call me caretaker if you like

Stilettos on the left side wingtips on my right

The rest of them fall somewhere in between

Well we all wear out with use

And our souls take such abuse

Tired shoes can't remember what they've seen

Every size and color designer brand or plain

Now they share each others company;

You see I try the best I can

To bring healing with these hands

A second chance before they rest in peace

Stilettos on the left side wingtips on my right

The rest of them fall somewhere in between

Well we all wear out with use

And our souls take such abuse

Tired shoes can't remember what they've seen

As I watched the old caretaker

Wearing sandals made from scraps;

It was clear to me

I was unworthy to undo their straps

Stilettos on the left side wingtips on my right

The rest of them fall somewhere in between

Well we all wear out with use

And our souls take such abuse

Tired shoes can't remember what they've seen

Well we all wear out with use

And our souls take such abuse

Tired shoes give your souls to him