Guess I have to call it quits Guess I have to call myself a cab Getting drunk to close as I can get To taking time and turning it back
Lord, tell me where I went wrong Is it me or is it part of your plan? How come I can never stay long enough? How come I can't change who I am?
Love sure feels like flying On the way down Never gave a damn what it did to me 'Til the bottom dropped up
Lying here, looking up I can see it all now It ain't the fall that hurts It's the ground
I can be a damn good liar I can be a sinner and a saint How come I can sleep in this motel room But I can't sleep in the bed I made?
Love sure feels like flying On the way down Never gave a damn what it did to me 'Til the bottom dropped up
Lying here, looking up I can see it all now It ain't the fall that hurts It's the ground
The ground Will am I gonna quit running around?
Guess I have to call it quits Guess I have to call myself a cab Getting drunk to close as I can get To taking time and turning it backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
