Figure it out

May 11, 2005 13:11

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
I'm reaching out 'til we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
And again I see my yesterday's in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be

'Cause there's a lighthouse, in the harbor
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out, across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me

In another's eyes
I'm afraid that I can't see
This picture perfect portrait
That they paint of me
They don't realize
And I pray they never do
'Cause every time I look
I'm seein' you
In another's eyes

And what they don't see
Is killing me
It's a blessing and a curse
That love is blind

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

The competition's getting younger
Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall
The worn out tape of Chris LeDoux, lonely women and bad booze
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all

And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old

Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand
Hey jukebox don't start playin' that song again
'Cause there's a girl at home who loves me
You know she won't understand
Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand

You know now I'm not a man who's ever been
Insecure about the world I've been living in
I don't break easy, I have my pride
And I'm changing, swore I'd never compromise
Oh, but you convinced me otherwise
I have never let anything have this much control over me
I work too hard to call my life my own
I have never let anything have this much control over me
You know it should be easy for a man who's strong
To say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong
I've never lost anything I've ever missed
It's out of my hands

This post is dedicated to my little sisters, both full blood or adopted, Sorry for all the times i have failed yall in the past, Yall have been hurt directly or indirectly for my indiscretions, for me thinking of myself and not others. But thank yall for the reminders of why I chose the path that i did. Thanks to my brothers from Southeastern that have encouraged me through this life changing transformation. Yall have listened to the vents and mood swings, I thank yall from the bottom of this country boys heart, yall are all cherised by me, no matter what may happen. The cowboy is signing off.
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