Know you're wonderin' why I've been callin' Know we didn't end this so good But you know we had something so good Can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) Doesn't have to end Can we be friends? So I'm wondering, can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) And if it ends,

Oh, oh, but sweetness follows It's these little things, they can pull you under Readying to bury your father and your mother What did you think when you lost another? I used to wonder why did you bother Distanced from one, blind to the other? Listen

You're a fool to cry Daddy you're a fool to cry And it makes me wonder why" I'm a fool baby She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry I put my head on her shoulder When I come home baby And I've been working all night long

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I

Teardrops in my eyes Standin' at the station That's why I'm standin' at the station Wonderin' why You love him more than you love me You wanna marry him Make a family Well I'm standin' at the station Sad as a man can be

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

You wonder why you make girls cry You went straight for the knife And I prepared to die Your blade it shines Looked me straight in the eye You turned the gas on high Held the flame alight You wonder why I'm scared of fire

Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you haven't before Now stand in the place where you work Now face west, think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before Stand in the place where you live Your feet are going to be on the

It's all over for When you're on the edge and falling off And now you're dead inside Still you wonder why Because of you my mind is always racing And now your trip begins, but You, for you It's all over for you

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it