Cinderella was a young girl
She did her best to please the people who would never let her dreams come true
She wore the rags that they pa**ed down
Until the day she found a perfect pair of shoes
She could tell by the size they were only meant for her
And when she put them on, from that moment she was sure when she said
"I've been waking too 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
But I'm not walking anymore in those shoes"
Back here in real life,
I read that story and I wonder if I'm just the same as she
I'm wrapped in worldly visions, and my split decisions take me places
That I never meant to be
And now the great and spacious building has me scrubbing down the floors
And I've got to find a way to tell them
I can't work there anymore cause
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
But I'm not walking anymore
In those shoes
Give me shoes that are comfortable on the straight and narrow way
With a soul that God can see straight through
Because my toes are curling under in the ones that I've been wearing
I need a pair that makes me feel brand new
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
But I'm not walking anymore
In those shoes
I'm not walking anymore in those shoes