she captured the fog in the light of day break. she's showing off the little campfire she made. her tiny back pack has all that she needs. she spins a narrative she wants you to believe.
[Hook: Joseph Cook]. Late nights sleeping on the couch. Trying to think about a way out. Fighting with myself and all my doubts. Fighting with the mirrors in my house.
I was born a country girl I will die a country girl. My world is made of blue skies and sunshine green fields and butterflies. I'm so glad I'm a country girl.
Now you say you're lonely you cried the long night through. Well you can cry me a river cry cry me a river I cried a river over you. Now you say you're sorry for being so untrue.
I only meant to love you, don't you know it, babe?. Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave?. I gave you my heart and now you want my mind.
There's a happy childhood home in my mem'ry I can see. Standing out upon the hill neath the shadow of the tree. If I only had my way if I'd give my heart a thrill.
I made a trip to California just last week to get those castalians sounds on me. There on the corner of a parking lot was six kids playin' dirty rock.
Oh my God. This town, it feels like a headache. And all the words inside my mouth won't come through.. I've got this pain in my head that I can't shake.
We gave up our dreams in spectacular fashion. I threw everything down the drain, so I'm asking. Where is my dignity?. I'm feeling guilty. I can't even sleep, no no.
That filthy stare. He's on a tear. Cold water coming for the warm water junkies. I found a friend. . Lost him again. Poor sucker freaked, and couldn't swim with the monkeys.
Eyes in the back of your head. Ear to the ground. Love in the back of your mind. We're on a hill, stay very still. I would love a better drug. You lucky jerk.
If I walk down this hallway, tonight,. It's too quiet,. So I Pad through the dark. And call you on the phone. Push your old numbers. And let your house ring.
This is no time to fuck up. Scooting around the linoleum. On all fours, what for again?. Better yourself for somebody else. This is no time to wrestle.
You can't make it. You can't cry. You can't make it home tonight. It's too far to walk. To your goddamn van. It's too hard to come by your hand. . Drunk on nothing.
I lost a boy and now I look for him. Through every window. And behind every door. My son went down. . This isn't trauma. It's not even drama anymore. I was born with a sad song in my mouth.
This war's OK. In a sweet old fashioned way. Like a game we play. Guilty of something we forgot. I wasn't staring. I was just looking far away. . Dazzled by something I forgot.