Cory's Shoe Store

You were a young kid fueled by a song in your heart and a one-track,
four-track mind
You put those headphones on everyday and it helped keep you aligned
But time went by and the song in your heart soon started to grow
You had some words off the top of your head, off the «tip tip top» of your dome
Well, you’ve got some beats, got that mic, got that notebook, now you write
Made it known, pressed record, expressed it from your vocal chords
Kid
When did you press mute inside?
You’re working at that old shoe store
No music in your bones anymore
You’re not the kid I knew, just a common man
Who’s working at an old shoe store
No lyrics in your head anymore
I guess it’s destiny to forget your dreams
You’re a grown man now with a suit and a tie and a gal that’s always there
Ring on your finger and a couple of kids and a so-called good career
The music’s gone and you cling to it still, as if you even care
But one thing certain surrounding you now: no music in the air
You had that plan, settle down, knock her up and then skip town
Drop it all, no more tracks, I watched your passion fade to black
Kid
No one knows your name no more
You’re working at that old shoe store
No music in your bones anymore
You’re not the kid I knew, just a common man
Who’s working at an old shoe store
No lyrics in your head anymore
I guess it’s destiny to forget your dreams
Wake up from your bed
Put on your plain pants with your plain shoes
Get dressed for the dead
'Cause the one that’s dead inside is you
You’re working at an old shoe store
No music in your bones anymore
You’re not the kid I knew, just a common man
Who’s working at an old shoe store
No lyrics in your head anymore
I guess it’s destiny to forget your dreams