Worn out Shoes - Tow'rs

I’m the red kettle, water on the boil

Just before the whistling

The ground exhausted and torn

The back of my neck glistening

I don’t have anything left

You always take me like that

For what it’s worth

All I have for you

Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes

I’m a wrung rag on the line

A burning lamp on the stand

A hooked fish tied from the fire

The farmer’s cracked and calloused hands

I don’t have anything left

You always take me like that

For what it’s worth

All I have for you

Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes

I’m the barren branch of a tree

Waiting once again to bear

Tongue-tied with the words out of reach

It’s a fight that’s never quite fair

I don’t have anything left

You always take me like that

For what it’s worth

All I have for you

Is a handful of trash and some worn out shoes