I know a secret spot, clearest water that can be got Trespass a half a mile, cross the road and go on awhile Woody Guthrie, Karl Marx, throwing rocks in to cypress bark Sometimes it's obvious, the water belongs to all of us You might think that you own it, but somebody stole it
In Medina, if we race, there's an apple ice cream soft-serve place Man, the locals think we're weird, but I'm just really glad you're here Show you all my favorite places, come to Texas to see what space is Where you might meet David Stone, and he won't tell you welcome home But I'm not leaving until he says it
Love you, I love you, I love you, I do And I'm sorry sometimes you can't tell that it's true When I push you, I push you, I push you away It is hard to give love when you've only gotten pain from it
Hill Country, bluest sky, rich folks come out here to die Or they ship off their black sheep kids, may rehab keep their habits hid Or at least just shove em down, so they can stay above the ground But I come out here to sing, to learn, to love, to swim, to cling to everything that keeps me breathing
Love you, I love you, I love you, I do And I'm sorry sometimes you can't tell that it's true When I push you, I push you, I push you away It is hard to give love when you've only gotten pain from itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
