Verse 1:
Welcome to the salvage store, last chance for damaged goods;
By now you know the hype was all a lie
You see, I've been here for a while, stacking souls in different piles
You can call me caretaker if you like
Chorus 1:
Stilettos on the left side, wingtips on my right
The rest of them fall somewhere inbetween
Well we all wear out with use, and our souls take such abuse
Tired shoes, can't remember what they've seen
Verse 2:
Every size and color, designer brand or plain
Now they share each others company;
You see, I try the best I can, to bring healing with these hands
A second chance before they rest in peace
Repeat Chorus
As I watched the old caretaker, wearing sandals made from scraps;
It was clear to me I was unworthy to undo their straps
Repeat Chours 1
Chorus 2:
Stilettos on the left side, wingtips on my right
The rest of them fall somewhere in between
Well we all wear out with use, and our tounges give such abuse
Tired shoes, give your souls to Him