(Kix Brooks/Don Cook). . I lost her trail on a Friday night. She was gone before I got home. She'd been getting restless. In that big house all alone.
Too many times I didn't try to hold you. I never kept the promises I told you. Now it's time I give in, I know. To the words that I should have said long ago.
I can't talk me out of this. I don't even wanna try. Call it bliss or ignorance. If this kills me what a way to die. She gets me every time. . She may be leavin' me later.