I see my old shoes dusty in the closet And my thoughts run back to you Not to long ago when those old shoes were new I see those old shoes drying by a fire Yours are there right next to mine I still hear the rain and I still can taste the wine And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky And though it's old news that our love has ended how can I believe we're through When those old shoes keep walking me right back to you Musical interlude And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky And though it's old news That our love has ended How can I believe we're through When those old shoes keep Walking me right back to you