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 ooh ooh ooh

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