Cinderella was a young girl
She did her best to please the people who never let her dreams come true
She wore the rags that they passed down
Until the day she found the perfect pair of shoes
She could tell by the size they were only meant for her
When she put them on from that moment she was sure when she said
I've been walking to long in somebody else's shoes
I've been tripping on the laces running into
Empty spaces
And I've been hanging around with people who make me blue
I'm not walking anymore in those shoes
Back here in real life I read that story and I wander if I'm just the same as she
I'm wrapped in worldly visions
My split decisions take me to places that I'm not meant to be now
The great and spacious building has me scrubbing down the floors
I've got to find a way to tell them I can't work there anymore
Cuz I've been walking too long in somebody else's shoes
I've been tripping on the laces running into empty spaces
And I've been hanging around in places that hide the truth
I'm not walking anymore in those shoes
Give me shoes that are comfortable on the straight and narrow way
Wither so old that God can see straight through.
Cuz my toes are curling under in the ones I've been wearing.
I need a pair that makes me feel brand new.
Cuz I've been walking too long in somebody else's shoes
I've been tripping on the laces running in the empty spaces
And I've been hanging around in places that hide the truth
I'm not walking anymore in those shoes
In those shoes
In those shoes
I'm not walking anymore in those shoes