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When I Was fifty Feet Tall - The King's Blues Club
When I was fifty feet tall the streetlights made way for me
They'd look across my road and wouldn't mess with me
My father shook the thunder, taught the rain to wait
I'd punch the clock each morning and re-root my fate
I lived through open windows chasing better days
Drank cheap red wine like it was holy grace
I showed the tough guys how to lose with style
Taught the saints and sinners how to walk a mile
When I was fifty feet tall
When I was fifty feet tall
You remember
I was fifty feet tall
I was fifty feet tall
When I was fifty feet tall the world fit in my hand
Every wrong road felt exactly like a plan
Now the mirror tells me softer truths each fall
I remember how it felt when I was fifty feet tall
When I was fifty feet tall the truth wore my old shoes
Paid ask for permission before it gave the blues
I built the sunrise with a matching grin
So broke in dreams and bought them back again
When I was fifty feet tall
When I was fifty feet tall
Yeah this is true
I was fifty feet tall
I was fifty feet tall
I signed my name where legends left their mark
Even ghosts stepped up out of the dark
I shook hands with the next day late last night
I told tomorrow I'm in control all right
When I was fifty feet tall the world fit in my hand
Every wrong road felt exactly like a plan
Now the mirror tells me softer truths each fall
I remember how it felt when I was fifty feet tall
Time passed slow then all at once
Years hit hard like a second punch
I woke up smaller, same old skin
Same old doubt crawling back in
Maybe I was never fifty feet tall
Maybe I was just unafraid to fall
Maybe courage felt like height back then
Maybe fear just learned my name
When I was fifty feet tall I trusted every sound
Now I measure every step against the ground
Still some nights I stand up straight and call
The reckless kid inside my bones who was fifty feet tall
I was fifty feet tall these days
But I still remember the view
Sometimes just enough
To make the null of blues come true