4. Sunday Shoes

I found my Sunday shoes Underneath the bed Dust on the leather Words in my head I haven't worn 'em since my mother's funeral Haven't had much use for clean Spent too many mornings leaving Places I should never have been There's a crease across the left one Where I knelt beside her chair Funny how a pair of old shoes Can remember who was there Put on my Sunday shoes Though I got nowhere holy to go Button up this old black shirt Let the morning take me slow I ain't asking to be saved I ain't asking to be new I just want to walk a little straighter In my Sunday shoes Mrs. Carter waves from her front porch Like she always did back then I raise one hand through the window She don't ask me where I've been Church bells roll across the rooftops I keep driving past the door Maybe faith is not believing Maybe it's showing up once more Put on my Sunday shoes Though I got nowhere holy to go Button up this old black shirt Let the morning take me slow I ain't asking to be saved I ain't asking to be new I just want to walk a little straighter In my Sunday shoes I know every promise I broke Every bridge I let burn Some roads don't lead you home They only teach you where to turn Put on my Sunday shoes Now I know where I need to go Not to ask the Lord for answers Not to put on any show I don't need to leave here spotless I don't need the whole truth I just want to walk beside you In my Sunday shoes Sunday shoes Sunday shoes One step cleaner Than the man I used to be Sunday shoes