Blisters

Its a tale of old shoes And soles of your feet I've got blisters from running On beaches and streets I've been knocked down and out I've got eyes black and blue I'm hit in the face when I'm talking to you Oh, don't lie down As soon as I sleep, you'll

There is a place I've been before A withered beach behind the shore Eroded rocks will fall no more Because there is a place and I've been before This is a town I've seen in dreams Of rusted homes that pass by streams And everyone will leave it seems