Find My Feet

Written by: Josiah Letchworth

You laid me out your new guidelines

To both agree we’d ignore the warnin’ signs.

I’ll know next time that’s just the way a race begins.

So fare thee well, or fare thee fine.

You got yours. Now I’m left to go find mine.

But I won’t pine for long nights that could have been

Once I find my feet again.

You took my plate, my set of silverware.

I took the floor when you called the easy chair.

You said, “what’s fair about a game where both sides can win?”

You gave me two strikes. I split the pair

‘Cause I’m a bowler now, babe, not a baseball player.

And I’ll get that spare fast as a flash of lightnin’

Once I find my feet again.

If I had wings, I’d have seen it from above.

I might have known where the goin’ would get rough.

I might have flown ahead to where that race would end.

I’ll get those wings like Noah’s dove

And fly up the river to the one I love.

But it’s enough for now till then

Just to find my feet again.