One pair of shoes, ragged and torn Trampling a path between barley and corn I follow the wind, go with the flow And stick to the road in my old pair of shoes One pair of oars, wooden and old Rowing me towards where a life will unfold Where everything's better, everything's new Except for these oars and my old pair of shoes I'm gonna write a travelogue I want this story to be told How i was brave, how i was bold I walked away with everything to loose But one pair of shoes One pair of eyes, sweet as can be Wild as a river, deep as the sea Warm as a fire, green as the trees Somewhere ahead she is waiting for me. I'm gonna write a travelogue I want this story to be told How i was brave, how i was bold I walked away with everything to loose