Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

Yeah, all my friends no fun No fun, no fun I drive around on my own And I keep to myself All they do is sung Yeah, all my friends no- Yeah, now my covers blown Fuck my friends, they're gone They all left one by one

No llores, mi querida Dios nos vigila Soon the horse will take us to Durango Agárrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun Dust on my face and my cape Me and Magdalena on the

Anytime she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I know, I know, I know, I know, I know And this house just ain't no home It's not warm when she's away And she's always gone too long Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay

But in the evening when the sun goes down Crawl from the shadows got to get into town Where the music is playin' all across the night And every cloud disappears from sight I don't mind the pain, or the jokers' cold refrain The days pass by so slowly, I

I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone There’s gonna be some rainy Sundays I know you don’t believe that, you’re wrong I know you don’t believe that, but you’re wrong Wishing one day, I’ll see you again Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself But I know you’re

I'm not coming down I'm not coming down, oh I'll be up with the sun You can keep this suit of lights You gotta feel so guilty Got so much for so little Then you find that feeling just won't go away You're holding on to every little thing so tightly

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around