Footsteps Songtext
von Steady Hands

As a child my father ran every day of his life
From West Orange, New Jersey through college he was first every time
But as worse things go wrong with your health
I don′t think exercise could have helped

As a child my father ran every day of his life
As a child my father ran every day of my life
From his problems, his injuries, his children and mostly his wife
But I love and respect him more
Than the shoes on my feet I afford


As a child my father ran every day of his life
And I never thought that I could be so lost
So I bless these Philly streets for giving me time with my thoughts
And I'm hoping that his footsteps have not gone away with the dust
′Cause my blood has run here for so long
How the hell can I be so slow?
I must have fucked it up

As a child my father ran every day of his life
Though his bones have gotten weaker it's barely affected his time
And I can't wait for that Sunday morn
Where I can beat him like a good boy should

As a child my father ran every day of his life
As a child my father ran