If your new love may desert you
Or your days don’t seem complete
And your foreign prince has lost his charmes
- whatever reason there may be -
Then take your old red leather shoes, and walk to me
If a ghost in your sleep may hurt you
Or you’re restless under your sheets
“Is this my life, is this my home”
and for a second you think of me
Then take your old red leather shoes, and come to me
There where times I would have fought for you, Hellen
When I had friends and muscles I could use
But now I just stand at this shoreline
And imagine that you do the same
And that you finally take your shoes
To cross this sea.