Fading Footsteps

Walt Whitman was a hippie, said that nothing could be lost
If I only was a half that wise, I wouldn't be walking to get sauced
Whisky

Now Mozart was a superstar by the time he made thirteen
Sure would hurt my fingers Lord if I had to play that mean
Rip it up

And I heard old Emerson say no debt will go unpaid
But I feel my heart confounding as your cold shoulder turns away
Turn away

I don't understand it, but I know what it means
Your fading footsteps, when I tell you my dreams
Who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid
Now I'm crying out to no-one as your footsteps fade
Fading footsteps, fade fade fade
Fade away

Old George he must have talked funny with a mouthful of wooden teeth
But a broke down starving army followed that man to victory
True Lord

Got a shoe string for my supper and a suitcase full of rhymes
Suns on hold and a band of gold and I'm looking at hard times
Have mercy

And I built you a mountain high, castles in the sky
Now there they all go falling, and I think that maybe
You know why
Why why why

And I don't understand it, but I know what it means
Your fading footsteps, when I tell you my dreams
Who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid
Now I'm crying out to no-one as your footsteps fade

Fading footsteps, fade fade fade
Fade away, fading footsteps, fading away
Memories of the times gone by, how they fly
Fading footsteps, castles in the sky

I wonder why why why why why why why
Fading footsteps, fading footsteps
Look out, watch it now
Mercy, good Lord

Fading footsteps
Pour whisky
Rip it up
Ooh ooh ooh