Dance

The gold road's sure a long road

Winds on through the hills for fifteen days

The pack on my back is aching

The straps seem to cut me like a knife

I'm no clown I won't back down

I don't need you to tell me what's going down

Down down down down da down down down

I'm standing alone

I'm watching you all

I'm seeing you sinking

You're weighing the gold

I'm watching you sinking

Fool's gold

These boots were made for walking

The marquis de sade don't wear no boots like these

Gold's just around the corner

Breakdown's coming up round the bend

Sometimes you have to try to get along dear

I know the truth and I know what you're thinking