“If I were in your shoes,” you say “I wouldn’t feel a thing Because those shoes look comfortable And easy to walk in” “If I were in your shoes,” you say “I wouldn’t walk as far I’d work smarter not harder And I’d still be where you are” “If I were in your shoes,” you say “Then I would not complain We don’t get anywhere in life Without a little pain” But you’re not in my shoes ‘Cause if you were you’d realise It’s not about the shoes as much As how they feel inside You see, for years I did not have Such easy, comfy shoes And working hard to just get by Was all that I could do So go ahead, climb mountains With nothing on your feet Run along through mud Without a thing to keep you clean Wade across the river With no boots to keep you dry Bare your soles and let them burn As you run through the fire And when your toes are bleeding, When your heels are black and blue When your soles are weary, Red and raw and swollen too Yes, when your feet are blistered And they’re caked in bloo...
