You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm

Why you running, running when you got it right here? Let me show you how a kiss should taste Trust me, I won't give your heart away Oh, I would love you if you let me Daisy, always climbing up the same tree Finding love in all the wrong scenes, Daisy,

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)