Kad obratim pažnju na tekst, on i nije tužan, ali glas i komplet neki elegičan doživljaj koji se tu provlači čini da mi ova pesmica bude strašno tužna... ili je ja samo tako doživljavam Malo melanholije u klaviru... iako dođe onaj deo sa suncem kad izuvaš čizmice posle duge zime jer je došlo proleće i sve blista, toplo je, ali -
Patty Griffin - Bugundy shoes
We wait for the bus that's going to Bangor
In my plaid dress and burgundy shoes
In your red lipstick and lilac kerchief
You're the most pretty lady in the world
In the sun, in the sun
The bus driver smiles, a dime and a nickel
Climb on our seats, the vinyl is cold
Michelle, ma belle, the song that you loved then
You hold my hand and sing to yourself
In the sun, in the sun
The leaves are green and new like a baby
Tulips are red and I don't miss the snow
It's the first day I don't wear my big boots
You hold my hand, I've got burgundy shoes
Burgundy shoes, burgundy shoes