Fading Footsteps - Solomon Burke

Walt Whitman was a hippie, said that nothing could be lost

If I only was a half that wise, I wouldn’t be walking to get sauced

Whisky

Now Mozart was a superstar by the time he made thirteen

Sure would hurt my fingers Lord if I had to play that mean

Rip it up

And I heard old Emerson say no debt will go unpaid

But I feel my heart confounding as your cold shoulder turns away

Turn away

I don’t understand it, but I know what it means

Your fading footsteps, when I tell you my dreams

Who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid

Now I’m crying out to no-one as your footsteps fade

Fading footsteps, fade fade fade

Fade away

Old George he must have talked funny with a mouthful of wooden teeth

But a broke down starving army followed that man to victory

True Lord

Got a shoe string for my supper and a suitcase full of rhymes

Suns on hold and a band of gold and I’m looking at hard times

Have mercy

And I built you a mountain high, castles in the sky

Now there they all go falling, and I think that maybe

You know why

Why why why

And I don’t understand it, but I know what it means

Your fading footsteps, when I tell you my dreams

Who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid

Now I’m crying out to no-one as your footsteps fade

Fading footsteps, fade fade fade

Fade away, fading footsteps, fading away

Memories of the times gone by, how they fly

Fading footsteps, castles in the sky

I wonder why why why why why why why

Fading footsteps, fading footsteps

Look out, watch it now

Mercy, good Lord

Fading footsteps

Pour whisky

Rip it up

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