Still Selling Shoes

We are at a crossroads
Trees bow to the winds of change
But where is all the dancing
Where is all the dancing?

Where are the comely maidens
With their hair wraps and braiding
Here we are at a crossroads
And where do we go from here?

Boozy charm will only get you so far
That's a card played by the underdog
With a lamp we'd call to our runt
Turned to nurse the tiger cub

Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes

I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes
Surely we can manage to be someone, someone
We've long closed Billy's barn doors
'Cause it doesn't matter where the gang goes

Have we forgotten what it's like to go
'Cause we did not have
Say it loud and with one voice
We didn't really have a choice
But to colonize by sleeping bag
Trojan nag

Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes
When Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes

Still selling shoes, still selling shoes
Still selling shoes
When Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes