On the radio, there's a song that's playing I swear I wrote. And every single wording rings true.. On and on I go, just four worn tires on an open road.
How to find, how to know, how to keep. I get it. Loves a matter of luck, yes indeed. I get it. . They say the true romance is just a game of chance. Reacts not better than a ... world.
You got the obstacles out of the way. All of that true love was just holding you down. You said you could ride than let you someday. Alone at the top of the world.
Tonight's the kind of night where anything goes. What's gonna happen here nobody knows. Was a time I'd have been frightened out of my mind. But it's so alright.
(First Verse). Who are you to tell me what I cant do-well that aint right. As if all Ive beens all Im ever gonna be for the rest of my life. You take the glory days, Ill take whats on its way.
The signs of life are everywhere. A hope for feeling in the air. Winters gone we're almost there. We're almost there. . I love to see the roses bloom.
Just when I thought. The demons I fought. Were dead and gone. Straight out of the blue. Someone like you. Comes along. I don't have to turn. The ... of my shore.
They call you the Killer, say your like a disease. You got the world in your pocket but you ain't foolin me. . You want something different, mama I understand.
More road up ahead. My radio still broken. The spinning of the wheels and the fenceline lead my way. Your picture on the dash. And the need to fly so high.
I've got the western stars to guide me. Dixie Sweet and low all night low. I can hear those fiddles high above me. A woman smiles as I sing my song. I've stood in line I've earned my keep.
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls. Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls. One place, one time, one love, we owned the night. And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone.
I've died a thousand times since you left me. And I stared down the barrel of a thousand loaded guns. I caught a midnight ride headed somewhere. To be born again with the rising of the southern sun.
Empty parking lot, half a cigarette. I got it off the ground so its a little wet. Im on the south side walking sideways. I got too drunk again. . Its a cold night, kinda late this year.
Look at us here, sittin around pissed off at the world. Pretending to drown a memory and fix reality. Afraid to admit, here in the bar. Were pieces of shit, pretend we arent what we are.
Look at us here, sittin around. Pissed off at the world, pretending to drown. A memory, and fix reality. Afraid to admit, here in the bar. We're pieces of shit, pretend we aren't what we are.
It's a lonely road, it's a dead man's path. It's a crazier ride, ain't made to last. I've only shed one tear for just one soul. How hard I loved her, she may never know.
I sat down last week. To write a song about love. Something to make young lovers cry. But I was lost in doubt. I'd never had what I was writing about.
Oh Lord please forgive me for what I'm about to do. I'm running on empty and my options are few. You know that I did the best that I can. But i've done hit rock bottom, my time is at hand.
I still think of you and forget my name. Forget the rules to this filthy game. I'm still your fool and I'm not ashamed to say. Your voice the song stuck in my head.
There's a comfort in the cross. On the hill above the town. Something steady for the meek. When it all comes crashing down. I've been known to talk to Jesus.