(T. van Zandt)

Day's full of rain,

Sky's coming down again,

I get so tired

Of these same old blues;

Same old song,

Baby it won't be long

'Fore I'll be tying on

My flyin' shoes,

Flyin' shoes,

'Til I'll be tying on

My flyin' shoes.

Spring only sighed,

Summer had to be satisfied,

Fall is a feeling

That I just can't lose,

I'd like to stay,

Maybe watch a winter day,

Turn the green water

To white and blue;

Flyin' shoes,

Flyin' shoes,

'Til I'll be tying on

My flyin' shoes.

The mountain moon

forever sets too soon;

Being alone

is all the hills can do,

Alone and then

her silver sails again,

And they will follow in

Their flyin' shoes,

Flyin' shoes,

And they will follow in

Their flyin' shoes.