But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

I'll keep you safe With you I'm safe Just like the fringe on my boots You move with every step I take You walk in front of me to make sure That I don't fall and break My old heart, 'cause with you I could never Just like the leather on my saddle We get

Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

The whole time you were just trying to love me Wanted to talk but I walked away Didn't want to hear what you had to say I pushed and you pulled Should have just fell into you But I did what I always do, I always do Stupid me, can't believe I never knew

But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

Sail me away to a distant shore, where every thing's fine A thousand years, one day for every life Just keep on going, we'll find you a home underground, in a thousand years Day after day, I feel myself slowing down, what does it mean? The air has

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I

I'm just thinkin' bout you I'm thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you But at least I have the memory Oh, I don't have you here with me I tried to make it through the night But I can't control my mind I've been thinking 'bout you Yeah, I been missing

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain