Story Behind The Song
True story from my life
Song Description
This is a tragic song, about missing the familiar things that were a part of the relationship. Though the girl is gone, he can't help but focus on the little, endearing things that were a part of her. But, he admits in the song that he understands what
Song Length |
3:42 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Country |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Depressing |
Subject |
Lost Love |
Similar Artists |
Kenny Rogers |
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Lyrics
I?m lying here, longing for the same ol' face,
for the same ol' charm and the same ol' style,
for the same ol' nightgown with the yellowed lace,
for the same ol' sparkle in the same ol' smile.
I?m lying here, wishing for the same ol' laugh,
for the same ol' jokes, for the same small talk
for the same ol' songs on the same phonograph,
for the same ol' sway in the same ol' walk.
Chorus: When I see the same things that remind me of you,
I?m aware that my same ol' behavior?s to blame.
Ain?t the same ol' perfection in the things that are new,
and I know life'll never be the same.
I?m lying here wishing on the same ol? star,
?neath the same old moon with the same ol? glow
On the same ol? prairie that we travelled so far
with the same ol? critters and the same ol? crow.
I?m lying here dreaming of the same ol? ride
to the canyon?s rim on the same ol? trail,
with my same ol? love a-ridin? by my side,
in the same weddin? dress, with the same ol? veil.
Chorus: When I see the same things that remind me of you,
I?m aware that my same ol' behavior?s to blame.
Ain?t the same ol' perfection in the things that are new,
and I know life?ll never be the same.
Now my life is dripping with the same ol' tears,
with the same ol' memories of your gentle hands,
with the same ol' guzzling on the same ol' beers,
and the same ol' frustration with one-night stands.
It?s just the same ol' days, and the same ol' nights,
the same ol' gripes with my job at the mill,
and the same sense of empty when I turn out the lights,
and the same ol' hopeless when the night is still.
Chorus: When I see the same things that remind me of you,
I?m aware that my same ol' behavior?s to blame.
Ain?t the same ol' perfection in the things that are new,
and I know life?ll never be the same.