20 lyrics for "And here, I thought it was me."
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Let the warm air melt these blues away Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of And this emptiness in my heart
PlayBe in my heart When we were younger We thought everyone was on our side Then we grew a little And romanticized the time I saw Flowers in your hair See it takes a boy to live Takes a man to pretend he was there So then we grew a little
PlayAll the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he
PlayI can't remember my name I'm on my journey through the dark Many songs I've written About the things I saw My inner soul's a wasteland I can't run away from here Try to find them All the lost thoughts in my mind
PlayGoodbye to love Thought it was better with a broken heart But it's so damn hard to restart I tried to stitch it up a billion times But there's no happy end now for the story of you and I It's a quarter to one And we're screaming at the top of our lungs
PlayWe never even talked We never even thought in the long run Whenever it was painful Whenever I was away I’d miss you And I want to see you here beside me, dear But things aren’t clear We never even tried And I miss you
PlaySit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Let the warm air melt these blues away Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of And this emptiness in my heart
PlayIt's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the
PlayHow do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and
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