Barefoot

They want their grass to be greener
So they can stare at it.
No need to travel
When there’s a show for it.
And they say that love’s
Not all that.

But with you I was barefoot,
Never could stay put;
They tried to stop me,
But something was afoot—
I’d felt too much
To go back.

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