Well, the song you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a
pond. So you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going
home. More than a couple of days then you leave right away, run to a girl you
barely know. But you like how she sings, and you can't help but think, that
there's something that she knows and could teach you.
Well, you're sleeping in that southern state where the bars are filled with
people you can't hate. But try as you try, you still can't relate to them. You
drink that whiskey down as they ask you are you who you say you are? Are you who
you who you say that you are? The fact that we can't tell makes us like you even
more.
So now you're trying again or just visiting friends, one had just had his heart
broke. For the first time in his life he realized there are times when you can't
make it alone. But now you're giving advice as if you had the right to use a
word like love. No, no, it's a negotiable term, what gets said is not what's
heard so it's different then for everyone.
But you've been hanging around that college town with your new life, your new
lover you found and you're keeping her up at night, bringing her down. She'll
watch you drink yourself to death but won't ask you is this really what you
want. Is this really what you want? Are you just sticking with it now, cause
it's all you got? Yes, I think you're sticking with me now, cause I'm all you
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