Footsteps they've moved me from where I was born
Like the blood in the moonlight that bleeds into the dawn
Our old ways aren't going anywhere new
The future has come into view
When I set out this morning
With a faraway shine in my eyes
Through a world in which anything is available
Nothing has anymore meaning
Walk out the door with leaving now
I've nothing left to say
I'm picking up, we're packing up
We're putting on our boots all along the way
It's darkening into evening
We've lost another day
We're picking up, we're packing up
We're putting on our boots all along the way
I found this landscape stretching out these moments
All along the way from Canna to Castlebay
I found a handshake worthy of its moment
On each and every shore
I danced with fire and water
And then I walked home through the pieces
I'll sing this song back to my daughter
When my face is full of wrinkles and creases
And then I'll waltz with the weather, and you'll waltz with the storm
Heading west on a sea that's as wide as the dawn
And you might be a prophet or you could be a clown
Either way we'll both end up as bones in the ground
Down another road you're leading now
Up and over the brae
You're picking up, you're packing up
You're putting on your boots all along the way
The moon sinks into morning
And we welcome another day
We're picking up, we're packing up
You're putting on your boots all along the way
