Perfect sky, The sun and I are going our own way. I can tell No one else gonna know how to love me But the wind with his hands on my face, And the tall
The ungrateful few who tangle inside Don't care where they're born, they're growin' up wild The rain makes me thirsty and fightin' to go My mind turns
Don't you know that the angels, in some wild and secret heart Doubt for those who get the wrong things And those who want to get caught You don't have
Lost hours and secrets too, No one will find but you, Falling is like brand new rain, Places I have never been, I thought these things would come to
Where were you ? When the plane went down When the president was born When they founded this town She was standing out back She could hardly hear the
I know you think that I'm just a stranger Just a drinker he's seen downtown Someone he'd wave to on his way to meet you But I know him too CHORUS Better
Rain like static falling in my eyes, Rain like static on the road, Rain on the loners and the regular thieves, Everybody else has gone home. If I could
This was a town took care of it's own That's what me and my children have known I worked the mill the way my parents did I remember this town when I
After everything I told you, After how I said It'd be, After all I did to hurt you, Are you still in love with me? Are you still in love with me? Are
La nuit, les bruits s?embrassent sous le vent, La pluie ici, qui tombe tout doucement. Il n?y a aucune chose qu?on peut tenir proche Sans toutes ces
Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw, Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off. Then the daylight wrapped around me, Then
Well, I got here early trying to decide If there was nothing to hope for or nothing inside But a mixed up girl with plenty to hide from the light of
Before a word is spoken, Everything is broken, Even what your hid inside. The world has let you down, wrung shame out of your pride. But even as you
The sky is turning and longing for something far away. The moon?s a tear drop, see slowly as it falls away. Miles running down a face, Everything?s bound
With the city closed for evening and the streets dressed up in rain, My sweet man, do you have some place to get to? Morning is my destination. See
I hear you coming up the driveway I tie a ribbon in my hair Well, look who's come to see me Funny, you always end up here But it's still pretending
I got a postcard with an old address, A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess, Just to remind me that it all went wrong, Just to beat me up, just to
The song I love the best?s the one my father taught to me, The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing, But an old friend at my table is by
