Silver Shoes Lyrics - Wishbone Ash

Silver lady, lost in a haze, 

Rregretting what you are 

The memory of your claim to fame 

Is left to bitter stars. 

It hurts when people let you know 

You're not a movie star 

It's harder now than yesterday, 

As the lines begin to show. 

Waiting, crazy hotel lady, 

To try and get some wine, 

Waiting for the elevator 

To take you to your blind. 

Silver shoes and see-through blues 

Hit me right between the eyes. 

Cocktail bars, straight-edge cars, 

Are your dreams come true. 

Tomorrow shouldn't know it, 

But now it's showin' through and through.