Footprints from Old Faithful by The Bird Calls

This is how I see it
Although I know the picture’s faded
And things that look so simple to me now
Were once so complicated
Though I see your footprints in the sand beside me
I am still alone

This is how I hear it
Although I know it sounds distorted
And things that seem old fashioned to us now
Were state of the art when they were recorded
And if love is not a feeling but a virtue
I’ll put my faith in you

Let’s serve our dinner on the fancy plates
Dire times call for dire straits
The strictest hands with their twists of fate and their plans
Now I don’t like how I feel toward my fellow man

This is how I tell it
Although I know you’d do it different
With us there’s something always lost between
The delivery and the message
Though I see your footprints in the sand beside me
I am still alone

• Acoustic
• Folk
• New York