No New Shoes

<br>No new shoes today<br>She wears the same ones as yesterday<br>And the day before<br>Her red dress zipped up half her back<br>Any further might leave the track<br>As silver threads of Rik n` Rak spun around the floor<br><br>If she`d squint her eyes a` tight enough<br>Quicksilver turned to diamonds in the rough<br>Spreading out the fairy dust<br>Through the kitchen, down the hall<br>Build a mansion with them great big tall walls<br>Dressed up like a Baby Doll, it`s tea for two<br><br>And it was all that<br>She didn`t know<br>Not what she didn`t have<br>All could only leave her<br>Room to grow<br>If only she knew what she had<br><br>A little late for sweet sixteen, at least she<br>Made it to the ball, and as she bowed before the queen<br>Queen said &quot;Gearle, have a sit, but<br>Wear the shoe only if it fits&quot;<br>Then, laughed at her own quick wit<br>She was over thrown and frostbit`<br>Standing there with a hole in her soul<br>She left, bare to the bone<br>I guess her feet grew cold<br><br>Running out of time<br>Why, she ran like mad<br>She ran, she ran<br>For more than she had<br>Running harder, trying to leave it all behind her<br>She ran so far, so nothing could find her<br>Running till she ran right out of herself<br>Oh, she ran right into somebody else