Dust on My Boots

There's dust on my boots and a four day growth on my chin

A sink full of dishes, looks like the rain's settin' in

These days spent in hiding, with rain coming down on my

roof

Well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots

Out here on the outskirts, this old caravan is my home

The tyres are flat, nowhere's a place that I'm going

I can't see the future, just visiting these memories of

you

Well I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots

I woke up this morning, wearin' yesterdays blues

There's no getting over, what I'm going through

My friends try to tell me, I've gotta start living again

But I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots

I woke up this morning, wearin' yesterdays blues

There's no getting over, what I'm going through

They all try to tell me, I've gotta start living again

I'm still going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots

Yeah I'm going nowhere, just gathering dust on my boots