Therapy, therapy session Yeah, I gotta say like a month ago I was talking to fans And one of them pulled me aside and said "We never met but I swear that you know who I am I been through a lot I don't know how to express it to people Don't think that I

Wearing your clothes Never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips All that I know is that I don't know how to be something you miss Forever the name on my lips I still remember the look on

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

You and me were kids I refuse to look back thinking days were better Just because they're younger days I don't know what's 'round the corner Back when we were kids Swore we would never die Yeah, perfect disasters Way I feel right now I swear we'll never

If I took your heart, swear I didn't mean to Baby, keep your hands on me Know that I should leave, but I just can't leave you Know you feel my energy You got spice and your man don't know You got your eyes on my eyes, yeah Don't change on your mind

Why don't you stay? We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow? We've got tonight babe I know it's late, I know you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry,

But you're long gone and moved on But you're long gone, you moved on Don't know what to say Still wear the scars like it was yesterday But I still don't know where to start, still finding my way Still talk about you like it was yesterday From this moment

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.