This is a call to all my Past resignations This is a call to all It's been too long Fingernails are pretty Fingernails are good Seems that all they ever wanted was a marking Them balloons are pretty Big and say they should

That's more like it Yeah, that's more like it That's more like it, yeah Make my dinner, bring it to me That's more like it, that's more like it I see where and when it happened When I wanted you, you did not reciprocate When I needed you, you would

I’m torn to pieces, I’m broken down I still see your face when you’re not around I sit here in misery wondering if I’ll ever be Half the man you wanted me to be Even though I know you’re not gonna come back I can’t wash it away It’s tearing me to pieces

Looking back over my shoulder I can see that look in your eye I never wanted to say goodbye I never dreamed it could be over With an aching deep in my heart I wish that we were starting over Oh instead of drifting so far apart Everybody told me you were

If I told you that I wanted to see you And if I told you that I'd beg to please you I'll always keep you What would you say Now tell me how you'd feel If I told you that I Have feelings for you

You cannot run, you cannot hide or fly away Escape from yesterday, try to hide when you see me Cannot run from the fury When I repent that I'm the cover of the magazine And even thought I know it's all what I wanted I wish to be beheaded by a guillotine

But all my exes live in Texas All my exes live in Texas And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be Rosanna's down in Texarkana Wanted me to push her broom Sweet

Only all the time I still think about you, think about you If you see me, if I see you, mmm A part of me hopes that we do, no Say everything we wanted to After all this time I cut the tree down that we grew You know the one we carved our names into?

I couldn't see, I was blind 'til my eyes were opened I didn't know there was a hole Something missing in my soul Never was the kind to think about dressing in white I finally found what I never knew I always wanted Wasn't waiting on a prince to come

When I was fifteen, sixteen When I started really to play the guitar I definitely wanted to become a musician It was almost impossible because, it was The dream was so big That I didn't see any chance Because I was living in a little town, was studying