Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking throught the past
See what`s left behind
Multi-colored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
A pair of beaded mocassins
With worn out soles
Oh, boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boy`s fall in the jungle
As I came of age
Blace and white TV
With a broken 12-inch screen
Dylan`s Highway 61
And Jackie`s love machine
I reread your letters
And again I cry great tears
Light comes to the surface
Even after all these years
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SARA BRIGHTMAN lyrics