I know it was you He whispers secrets through a thick mustache And she listens to him Flicks her cigarette's ash And smoke hangs velvet curtains And hides her lips And she hopes to hell it's worth all her health risks 'Cause everyone requires a plan I

Your sudden death from above While alone and left abandoned With the sentence you've been handed All your angels will ignore you As your life flashes before you Even still you keep on fighting Through the thunder and the lightning And now Heaven sends

My life has meaning again Sittin' on the interstate The end of another day Feeling tired, feeling beat up, feeling small Sick of running this rat race And Coming last place Feeling like I don't matter at all Then I walk through the door She says "I

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

You got the love (Who's got the love) But you've got the love I need to see me through And they all say Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on all of you Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord, I just don't care” You got

And I know you will too But I know that I'll be happier Said, "I know that I'll be happier If only there could be another way to do this 'Cause it feels like murder to put your heart through this I know I always said that I could never hurt you Well this

You hold me You caught me without warning You hold me, you hold me See what we're made of So what are we afraid of? We pretend we're not falling But you can't keep your hands off of me Close enough to see right through me I don't know who you are

Falling on you All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue.

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?