One, two, three, four
I'm trying to make my peace with an angry moonlight
But I've been full of discontentedness and all that Nashville kind of blue
I feel that bite of snow on my cheek, heavy lead down in the cloud
How many winters gone, how many more am I allowed?
You know I called your bluff when I told you
But it seems I only want to bluff with me
In spite of all my pretty words, mm, oh
I don't know how to be in love
And I'm starting out again
Well, I'm starting out again
I'm starting out again
I'm starting out again
I'm starting out again, one more time
But I'm still trying to see the man I've been is more good than bad, well
Maybe I'll find a love and we'll be blessed with all of those children
Because I sure would like to be that family I've never had
Because there's not enough for me to receive, without a heart to give away
In spite of all my pretty words, ooh, I don't know how to be in love, no (yeah)
One, two
All of my pain and sadness and sorrow
With this disease you know I'm never enough, no
And the four points on my compass, well, the whiskey and the wonderlust
And I gave you all my daughter, but in the end, well, I remain, I remain just out of touch
In spite of all my pretty words
I don't know how, I don't know how to be in love
Would you show me how to be in love?
Show me how to be, just set me down, let me know
But I don't know how to be in love, no, no, no, no