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Growing Up
04:26
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No one ever told me that growing up
meant racing to the middle from the top.
And a life well lived is just a life that's lived
without trying to be something that you're not.
And maybe it's cause we don't talk about it,
but I miss when I was fun.
I wanna do more things because I care about them.
I wanna tell more people that I care about them.
And from this side thirty looks a lot less like dying
than it did when I was eighteen.
And I can't help but thinking I was overrated
by that stupid high school scene.
And maybe it's cause we don't talk about it,
but it feels like not much changed.
I still drink too much on the weekends.
And I'm still bad at keeping up with my friends.
I always figured the girl of my dreams would more than likely
just be a girl in my dreams.
Cause I'm no Casanova and I can't quite get over
this social anxiety.
And maybe it's cause we don't talk about it,
but I was scared that you'd pick him.
But you loved me even though I was broken.
Now I'm dreaming with both eyes open.
It's funny how a something like a Thursday morning
can rip your world in two.
The silence where a heartbeat was supposed to be
filled up that little room.
And maybe it's cause we don't talk about it,
but that's a special kind of alone
Sitting with you in a dark room.
But the light shines brighter in a dark room.
There's a lot to be said for these second chances,
I guess miracles don't come free.
And when I look in his eyes when he's looking at me
you know I can barely breathe.
And maybe it's cause we don't talk about it,
but I'm so scared he'll be like me.
Cause I can see myself in my son's face.
But then I see God smile in my son's face.
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2. |
Closest Thing to Heaven
04:39
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I was a southern boy
I had a bad tattoo and I drank too much
She was from Illinois
And she liked me anyway
I was stupid kid
I had a punk rock band and a bleeding heart
Thought I knew everything
And she showed me I was wrong
We spent Saturday night on the hood of my car
Talkin' 'bout Jesus and the president
Just breathin' in
Each other's air
And I said, get away from me
Cause it's a long way down to nowhere
And I'm going there fast
And she said, leave that up to me
Cause if you're going nowhere fast
I wanna go too
And this is, the closest thing to heaven
I'll ever know
She moved to Tennessee
But she carried my heart in her little hand.
I tried to make ends meet
Workin' that dead end job.
We spent Saturday night on the telephone
Talkin bout forever and next month’s rent
Just breathin in
Each other's air
And I said, get away from me
Cause it's a long way down to nowhere
And I'm going there fast
And she said, leave that up to me
Cause if you're going nowhere fast
I wanna go too
And this is, the closest thing to heaven
I'll ever know
And I said, get away from me
Cause it's a long way down to nowhere
And I'm going there fast
And she said, leave that up to me
Cause if you're going nowhere fast
I wanna go too
And I said show me what you see,
Cause the man you think you’re looking at is the man I wanna be
And she said, you can’t get away from me
Cause when i said forever, forever’s what I mean
And this is, the closest thing to heaven
I'll ever know
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On The Run
03:42
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Staring out at the coastline tonight
My soul restless as the sea
And the wind and the waves never could wash away
All the brokenness inside of me
And the sun in the sky is my pride
and the hole in my heart is the moon
And the sun gives it light in the dark of the night
But in daytime she hides it from view.
We drink toasts to broken hearts
And toasts to ghosts in the dark
We remember their names but they're gone just the same
Though they linger like second hand smoke.
And this bottle is empty again
Like the promise of warmth in the rain.
Like a mirror or hourglass shows how the time has passed,
Life shows we end up the same.
Bury me far from my youth
In a field sown with memories and time
Let me lay down my troubles like rocks in the rubble
Of the ruins the years have made blind
Let the fire I felt when I lived
Be the light that burns bright when I’m gone
Let the ones that I love hear this song from above
And know that I’m singin along.
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