Old Shoes

Frankie Laine

I see my old shoes dusty in the closet

And my thoughts run back to you

Not to long ago when those old shoes were new



I see those old shoes drying by a fire

Yours are there right next to mine

I still hear the rain and I still can taste the wine



And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly

Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky

And though it's old news that our love has ended

how can I believe we're through

When those old shoes keep walking me right back to you



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And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly

Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky

And though it's old news

That our love has ended

How can I believe we're through

When those old shoes keep

Walking me right back to you