Little sad dance boots don't dance no more, they used to really tear up that floor.
The dance hall closed, the people all vanished. Buckles on her boots, getting quite tarnished.
Two stepping, waltzing, line dance too, those little dance boots feel so blue.
Hid in a box far under the bed, their color holds up with a pretty vivid red.
Someday maybe they will come alive, dancing and happy they will really jive.
No that's just a dream they won't come alive, but as I told an old line dance buddy I ran in to today, we have our memories. I haven't seen her in a while and didn't know she has to use a walker to even walk now. I don't even remember her name and I'm sure she didn't remember mine there were so many of us. She still had a pretty face and a pretty smile and she complimented me too.