Holes in my pockets
Holes in my shoes
I've got nothing
I've got everything to lose

I've been down on my luck
I've been sort of stuck
I've been here before
I recognized the door

There are always choices
Be careful what you choose
You may take what you need
Only take just what you use

I've been through a few doors in my time
Some were right next door, and some were hard to find
If you want my advice don't take it from me
I've got holes in my shoes, as you can clearly see

I've got holes in my pockets
I've got holes in my shoes
I've got nothing
I've got everything to lose

Search as you may, you'll find nothing on me
I'm a living example of what not to be
It's time once again; it's time to choose
Because there are holes in my pockets and in my shoes

When your pockets are empty, and your shoes spring a leak
When you feel the pain because things are so bleak
When the sun rises on the very next day
you remember how to breathe as you go on your way

It's not the end of the world, my friend
although sometimes you'd like to pretend
You can mend your own pockets and wear bags on your shoes
You're still going to win some and some you're going to lose

I've got holes in my pockets
I've got holes in my shoes
I've got nothing
I've got everything to lose

03/04/1979

Author's Note: Lyric

Posted on 06/10/2018
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