Song Description
This song was written while substitute teaching one day back in the fall of 2008. A number of the songs on this album were the result of a long relationship ending, and this was the final one, sort of a closure-finding tune with a declaration about the future.
| Song Length |
3:07 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Petty, Ryan Adams |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Well tell me how far gone are we, cuz I keep losing track.
There's better men out there than me, and I can't help those facts.
Some talk to god, some talk to Jesus, well I talk to myself.
Sometimes the best laid plans are broken, by everybody else.
You could say, "hello", but you don't need to.
Thats the kind of thing you can't predict.
I could clean up, but, I don't want to,
domestication never seemed to fit.
I could play guitar for hours, and you could hang alone.
I could go out with my friends, and you could stay at home.
I could get you something special, buy you that new dress.
You could follow me from town to town, and never rest.
You could take one last look, in that shop window,
the view inside will never be again.
I could take this old number to the limit,
these songs have got me like they're cigarettes.