Well Worn Shoes

Here I am, the shape of a man 
Gray and brown, wearing down 
In my well worn shoes 
There you are, my bright star 
Shining light, all the night 
With me, win or lose 
 
Here I stand on warm Southern sands 
And I wonder, how long will I roam? 
Mile after mile, so far from home 
 
Morning news, the things we choose 
Some regret, what is left 
To these well worn shoes 
  
Now I rise to warm Southern skies  
But I wonder, how long will I ride? 
Year after year, taken in stride 
 
Now I rise to warm Southern skies  
But I wonder, how long will I ride? 
Year after year, taken in stride 
  
Here I am, the shape of a man 
Gray and brown, wearing down 
In my well worn shoes