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