|Guitar:||Robert Gene Ragan II|
She started coming down
She's high up in an airplane
descending on our town
And I let my vision blur
The lights reminded me of her
And how I let her down.
But I'm getting older
And I know that nothing’s changed. I've got to let her go. And the truth is I'm
better off alone, no sense in dragging someone else along, and I know that she
You'll lie wide awake at night
Thinking about the battle between you and
I know it’s not about who wins,
sometimes it’s better to give in.
You've got to learn to try again.
I'm Taking to the road. The desert looks so desolate as I'm reaching
for the phone.
And the static reappears. The signals keeping me from her and what she needs to
but times passing slowly, im so lonely without her, she’s absent from my
world. And the truth is I’m better off alone, no sense in dragging someone else
along, and I know that she knows.
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