When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
If he did, she'd smash the dream
When every move you apprehend
When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
But will that ever be enough?
It's a short hop to a long weekend
Boxing clever, times were tough
Their pockets are lined with promises
And God knows what he's fighting for
And they've held the world too long
Counting coal trucks by the line
You'll never find room to find your feet
You'd never find room to find his feet
Dreams are what you wake up from
Father was a fighter too
She can scrub the step but if he'll never gleam
The only way to jump the queue
To walk out of this avenue
'Cause Billy has gone off to war
Your pockets are lined with promises
To walk out of these avenues
And raise your glasses one more time
Room enough for all his plans
But wartime will make him a man
Work that no one see, if you can
A hero's grave is six feet deep not
