tracy chapman - "cold feet"

there was a little boy once upon a time
...make a wish for better days, the end of hard times.
for no more cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet.

His clothes were always clean...
But when winter days arrived
there was never money enough to shod his cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

...he made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life he'd made
No body to keep him warm at night
When he'd go to sleep he'd sleep alone with his cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

One night he walked the street...
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent God..
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

He thought she'd ...want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

...He can't give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold
feet, cold cold cold cold feet


He'd struggled all his life to be an honest man
...But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick and they could count him in
if he don't have cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life he'd buy The comfort that would come
without cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

...He said the little boy is dead, a man stands with you now
without cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

Without cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet

... he thougt he'd set his clock right, he thought he'd read his watch
he left in such a hurry he didn't think to wish for luck.
Makes no difference if you're early, No difference if you're late
when you're out of time, The flowers have been laid
You're six feet underground
With cold feet, Cold cold cold cold feet