Lyrics of Amber Westerman – Barefoot Days

High heel walking in a concrete jungle
Pounding that pavement just to make a dime
Feeling disconnected and it’s no wonder
‘Cause I don’t ever get to go play outside

And I’m feeling uncomfortable, I need to touch grass
I want a time machine so I can take me back to

Barefoot days
Mama’s on the front porch, supper’s on the table
Finding ways to stretch summer time nights before the street lights came on
Wild and free we’d roam like a firefly light show
I’m still chasin’ those barefoot days

Used to go river floatin’ now I’m swimming up stream
Traded four leaf clovers for a 401k
Used to make good trouble now I’m making ends meet
And Nobody in this city even knows my name

And I’m feeling uncomfortable, going outta my mind
I’d give anything to go back in time to

Barefoot days
Mama’s on the front porch, supper’s on the table
Finding ways to stretch summer time nights before the street lights came on
Wild and free we’d roam like a firefly light show
I’m still chasin’ those Barefoot days

Barefoot days
Not a cloud in the sky not a care on earth
Finding ways to kick our shoes off, get our feet in the dirt

Barefoot days
Mama’s on the front porch, supper’s on the table
Finding ways to stretch summer time nights before the street lights came on
Wild and free we’d roam like a firefly light show
I’m still chasin’ those barefoot days