He was a flyer for the Air Force. On a plane from San Antonio. I was travelling to London. He was going off to Buffalo. Changing planes in Pittsburgh.
I should have known that you were gone back in Germany. You told me in the dark while I was sleeping. Then you slept through the sunrise. As it washed across your face.
Up and down the boulevard,. I go walking in the night,. Memories of times gone by,. Ain't no way to put it right,. You tell me that you're lonely girl,.
Don't ask me why. things happen how they do.. I know just about. as much as you.. . Don't close your eyes. just to block out the truth.. For I've got no one left here.
I was born, and I was made. By the hands of marmalade. I've got legends in my blood. I've got Indians in my veins. . And in the year of '44. Grandpaw went away to war.
Come on. . You don't need to change. A thing about you, babe. I'm telling you from where I sit. You're one of a kind. . Relationships I don't know why.
Dressing my voice up on the phone. Underneath the envy rotting my bones. I'd do anything to get you alone, if just for awhile. . Blame it on the way that I talk.
Draped atop a center stage. Unfurled against a younger age. Silhouettes of golden fields. And purple sage. Trial runs of kids in love. We had our fun.
I'm still not sure who won the war. Sights once set on so much more. I confess. I fought my best. But I always knew. . Five minutes time. She'll be out the door.
I'll be. Home for the summer. I'll be. Waiting with bells for you. We'll be. Dancing 'top the tables. Honey I've been working on my Tennessee moves for you.
The night revives the memories. That for a moment seem to be real.. Apparently this thorny road takes me to the truth.... . It would be sad feeling alone,.
Awaiting the night for filthy torture,. Nothing more... to lose.. Inside my life, aint no one around,. And no fate... to choose.. With no one but you to laugh at your sorrow,.
First she has the entire World,. Then she loses it all.. And when she thinks the worst all passed, its just about to come.. . A bud of desperation. Has taken now her soul..
People come around. People let you down. Anywhere you go. Anyone you see. It's real. It's up to you to make it happen. It's up to you to make it real.
Well an old friend from his old end of town dropped by today. And way down deep inside me something died. When she came 'round to see him that way. Here it comes again, that same old chilly wind will blow.
The Answer (work tape). by Gretchen Peters/Lori McKenna. I believe in a strong cup of coffee. Dressing up for church on Sunday. And taking it all in. I believe in shooting star wishes.
(verse 1). I see the face your making. I hear the words you say. You've got to have it your way. hey hey. so one by one you favor. you put them on display.
Moments gone, then on and into the sea,. All of this is more than just you and me.. What I try to hold just slips from my hand.. What I think I know, I don't understand..
Tell me what you want. Tell me what you crave. I'll be your lord and master. Your joker or your slave. This I'd do. If you don't like my peaches. Cause you don't know where they're grown.
Did you ever want to start all over?. To cut the ties, and just let go. To close your eyes and say a prayer. Destination undisclosed. . I've a ticket.