Come Hell or high water. You just do as you please,. Waste your time when you oughta. Be charming the birds from the trees.. A voice straight from heaven.
i have a friend and she comes from the high plains. wise as the hills and fresh as the rains. took me an atlas to find her town. to realize that the world is round.
You don't know what's wrong, you only know it isn't right.. You don't remember for how long, but you wake in tears at night.. Big deal.. Big deal.. . You spend four nights a week now looking for your inner child..
I'm getting too used to this way of life. Fame is a baby, she rocks me at night. Far from the cold and the brash city lights. We purchase from sorrow a moment's respite.
Why does he still go on like she's a baby. Saying that's no kind of language for a lady?. He knows she hates that word, that's why he said it.. He can be childish too and she won't forget it..
Some things never seem to change. Kids still call each other names. Should get better, but it's sad and strange. Every insult still the same. . Growing up in small town hell.
I know you're down again. You see nothin' but rain. You put your friends through hell. That's why we get along so well. . You see. I always was your girl.
I know you're down again. You see nothing but rain. You put your friends through hell. That's why we get along so well. You see. I always was your girl.
I punched the clock in at thirty-five. I thank the Lord that I'm still alive. Sometimes I find it hard to believe. That my hearts still beating. And I'm still on my feet.