Left my shoes at the back door Don’t need ‘em where I’m headed Coffee steam on the screen door That kind of quiet you don’t edit Dog’s asleep on the front step Sun peeks over the pine I ain't made a single plan And it’s feelin’ like a sign Barefoot on Sunday Grass between my toes World keeps spinning But I’m letting it go No schedule, no highway No signal, no phone Just barefoot on Sunday And I’m finally home Wind plays the chimes like a prayer There’s dirt beneath my heels Old songs drift through the air The kind that makes you feel I don’t need a reason why To sit and watch it sway Every week’s a little war But I lay mine down today Barefoot on Sunday Grass between my toes World keeps spinning But I’m letting it
