Well i thought that she
Liked me since ive been
Round then i know she might be in in taken and shes playin
Hard to get more like hard to tell
Well she never fooled me at all and them
Nights they were mostly spend lightin goin in bare feet now im questioning
Her thought to
Smoking on something i shouldnt be well ill take away no cause im goin trail leads to home we all beegan to grow
Theres dead birds in that creek wash ur feet when we get back home ohh and i try not to seek or be week in these weeks r gone ohhh
Theres one thing that u told me u wanna see better things its a bad shame that them plans change stuck outside bout them airplanes there was no one no one else to worry bout time
Inside of those old citty lights i remember when u told me u dont shake ur hands to softly in the western land we will walk in
The best of men that had crossed me
We hurried in and then we went slow
Headded home guessin i never did know
Theres dead birds in that creek wash ur feet whe we get back home ohhh
And i try not to seek or be week in and these weeks r gone ohh
And i dont ever recall thinken that we were ment to last
In the roof i found truth how we atrack
And id give today to have that one back
BeCause distence is no match
The love is true at that
Theres dead birds in that creek wash ur feet when we get back home ohhh
And i try not to seek or be weak in when these weeks r gone ohhh
Theres dead birds in that creek wash ur feet when we get home ohh
And i try not to seek or be weak when these weeks r gone ohh