Luther Russell - At Your Feet Lyrics

Your eyes are fixed on the stars in the sky
Your fingers twitch as your mascara cries
But you don't even see
What's on the ground at your feet

The wind blows yesterday's news down the street
The rain on your face it tastes so bittersweet
But here I am like an old
Pair of shoes at your feet

Hear the rose parade
Marching through town
The new pom-pom girls
Make the same old sound

An old song breaks through the radio waves
You stand frozen in time as it plays
Meanwhile I'm all drowned out
As I lay dying at your feet