February Album Writing Month. A one hour skirmish. The prompt was "Green Boots."
She's wearing her green Doc Martens
Bought them used, already broken in
She's added a few scuffmarks to show where she's been
And a spot on the right heel where she rubs the chair leg.
These boots have gone on first dates
Nervously swung while waiting and talking
They've danced at bars and parties, tapped during karaoke.
Been left at the door, with the other shoes until reclaimed.
Prechorus:
Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years
Chorus:
Green boots, they're like an old friend,
Familiar, always there when you need them
Treat them right, they'll be good to you
Those green boots.
These boots have walked miles, ridden buses and the subway
Traveled cross country, survived torrential rains
Been submerged in snow high in Colorado
Baked in the sun in too many places to name.
She looks down at her feet, smiles at a memory
The boots tell the story of where she's been
They're not just another pair of shoes, they're much more.
They're her reliable companion, a reason to keep traveling.
Prechorus:
Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years
Chorus:
Green boots, they're like an old friend,
Familiar, always there when you need them
Treat them right, they'll be good to you
Those green boots.
