Song Length |
3:57 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana |
Lyrics
I've lived more years than I've got left
But I ain't gonna sit here and dwell on regret
That's a road that leads nowhere but further in debt
It was you and I against the world for all these years
The world was just too much or so it would appear
And now there's nothing left to talk about but the truth
So tell me what am I supposed to do
When all the lines on my face lead back to you
The lines on my face, they all lead back to you
There ain't no doubt we had our share of good times
But shadows are creeping in on the pictures in my mind
I fear they'll disappear without you to remind
I thought you and I were working on a masterpiece
But every canvas has edges, ours did at least
And now there's nothing left to talk about but the truth
So tell me what am I supposed to do
When all the lines on my face lead back to you
The lines on my face, they all lead back to you
I covered all my mirrors with bed sheets
So I don't have to see myself looking back at me
Adrift without a chart in my own dark sea
Now there ain't no sleep behind my eyes
And there ain't no mercy in the sun rise
The days go by as the crow does fly
Sometimes I imagine your sitting by the phone
Waiting for my call to ask you to come home
But there'd be nothing left to talk about but the truth
So tell me what am I supposed to do
When all the lines on my face lead back to you
The lines on my face, they all lead back to you