You told me things would work out for better or for worse Well hold your breath, we're not as air tight as we seem to be Yesterday i tried to be the
you always said that if i'm a star then you're a constellation but the sky is burnt out and we're just going through emotions you've got this mile wide
So this is it. This will be the last song. That I write. I've finally run out of things to say. And rewrote these sad songs. About 400 different ways
My father?s hands wore their way right through his gloves through thirty years of doubt and love, thirty years of drought and flood. Trussing grid rode
Noone here believes that the earth is round Their world ends at the edge of town The prairie burns last year's harvest clean And wheat fields become
See the stars on a clear night See them pass us by Brace yourself for a long drive Try to rest your tired eyes I'll wake you when we get there I'll wake
you used to say we were alright you never say what you mean and i've been taking this alright you're taking this out on me you can play this at my funeral
And she left No Goodbyes No i'll miss you That was it Her last words were drive safe An invitation to an accident It's been the waste of another year
it's how you smile and gently say "tomorrow never comes" it gets me every time it makes me think that maybe i could wash my hands of all these fears
than gain I am falling, I am failing This kidding you is killing me Don't hold it to coincidence that our paths don't cross anymore I am drowning in an
