Heather Duby Your Blue Shoes
Off to bed riddle head. You've worn yourself a brand new
string.
Bottom run or deck and slung. Choose your place to meet
your deed.
Off to bed dreamless dead. You cannot keep mocking me.
Saw your shoes steeped in blue, right beneath the deck
for me.
And I'll miss you in the summertime, and I'll miss you
when it's late at night.
Right on time, no alibi needed down a one way street.
If they ask it's in the past, punded swill lose lots of
sleep.
Keepin' on swingin' song right beside the apple tree.
If you'll just try to remember why the rest of life was
without me.
I'll miss you in the summertime. I'll miss you when it's
late at night.
I'll miss you, it's too late to cry. And I'll miss you
most all the time.
I'll miss you in the summertime. I'll miss you when it's
late at night.
Off to bed it's getting late.
I'm afraid I'll hesitate with the thought of you this I'm
doing, maybe then but not today.
