The Man With One Squeaky Shoe

© 2016 Mark Cote

people nod like they're your friend
their "how are you's" are just pretend
for in the shadows they never knew
walks the man with one squeaky shoe

On a hot August night
while moonlit hearts bask in the light
his memory tears hide out of sight
cries the man with one squeaky shoe

(chorus) maybe he will
                  maybe he won't
                  get past the clouds where he goes
                  for the waxy shine of the love he knew
                  is in each step of his squeaky shoe

(instrumental)

the doubts he has hold him back
from giving love he can't get back
if she's pure if she's true
she'll love the man with one squeaky shoe

(chorus)