I haven't told myself the truth
Since the first night you were gone
I'd like to think I was living easy
And love was mostly living all aloneMaybe it's the wind blowing us together
Maybe it's the world blowing me away
Maybe it's all trees bow down before us
Pleading for a lonely heart to stayTruth be told, the odds are stacked against us
Truth be told they often always are
Unless you really care about me don't go up the stairs without
the boy that let you drive him in your Mama's beat up car
Don't forget the one that lives too farSome folks make something out of nothing
Some people have to cry too long
While others wait beside the window
Wondering why the wind would blow so strongNow I'll admit I'm feeling cold and naked
Just like I'm standing in the rain
With nothing left out here to hide behind
And I wonder if you feel the sameTruth be told, the odds are stacked against us
Truth be told they often always are
Unless you really care about me don't go up the stairs without
the boy that let you drive him in your Mama's beat up car
Don't forget the one that lives too far
Songwriters
JOHN FULLBRIGHTPublished by
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