One Foot

I'm standing in Brooklyn
just waiting for something to happen
I can’t help but
love thinking that everyone doesn’t get it
To my left there’s a window
Where did I go?
My reflection just blends in
to rows of clothes and bad ideas,
but ideas nonetheless in a song

I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.

I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up
when I think of what’s happens inside.
I got friends locked in boxes.
And no way to live.
But you call it a sin.
Isn’t up to them.
After all, after all I thought
we were all your children,
But I will die for my own sins thanks a lot.
We’ll raise up ourselves thanks for nothing at all,
so up off the ground up for fathers
who are nothing but dust now.

I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.

Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth.
I am over twenty-five
and I can’t make a name for myself
some nights I break down and cry
I’m lucky that my father’s still alive
he’s been fighting all his life
and if this is all I’ve ever known
then may his soul live on forever in my song.

I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life
just a better place to die.

In front of the other one
In front of the other one
Just a better place to die.