The realization that I ran away again Comes creeping down my spine in the morning I found home where there was no room to grow By Fletcher Falls where the cold waters flow
And we'd drive those winding mountain roads With Jack and Bobby on the radio And I left him like everyone he's ever known
And when I go I'm not coming back Magic ends in the presence of logical fact And no ritual's 'gonna get us back on track
The sky is grey and the leaves they fall on the ground And I'm headed back east to my hometown 'Cause you ain't one to tell me when to slow down When I'm going to slow I may as well turn around
And I know its 'gonna be so god damn hard Just knowing that we're prairie miles apart When I hear that transport truck engine start But I know your light can lead you through the dark And I'll play these strings to the rhythm of your heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
