I go to the corner where it all goes downn& I do things I'll regretnbut not right nownthey say angel, you've been here beforenyeah I had my boots to carry mennjust like Pandora with her boxnI let everything out and spin aroundnand when they come to menit's like a river to crossnbut I have my boots to ferry mennand I remember how it feelsnI always stop and remembernbut I do it againnand I jump up and slap my heelsn'cause I have my boots onnI'd like to see my eyesnin someone else's facenI'd like to see my face in a magazinenthe things I want. the life I neednmy boots keep me betweennnI passed out on a subway trainnand a woman she came and took my handnbut I'm alright I'm okaynI can fall like rainnlong as I have my bootsnto help me standnnand the streets they empty hour by hourntil they were finally drainednand I was all alonenand just like Pandora, I was sorry nownbut I had my boots to carry me homennthe sky is wild and full of holesnthe wind is wild and it's full of coughsnsometimes I think I'd float awaynif I took my boots offnI'd like to see my eyesnin someone else's facenI'd like to see my face on a magazinenthe things I want, the life I neednmy boots keep me between