Freedy Johnston

You can really fall Wake up in a ruined house Wrapped up In a torn down curtain And when I

He hadn't been talking Parked out of the way Just say there smoking Watching the flames

You always tell me I'm just one more thing to break You wonder why I wanna fall apart that way

When I woke up I was already evicted And when you say lie Do you think I believe anything?

I know you're only having fun You want me to stare into your eyes Whatever, you're the only one

Walking from the bus stop Couldn't wait to get off I know I am the lucky one Walking through

Though you've gone away I play your favorite song Feel the blue and gold With your dark glasses

I know I got a bad reputaion And it isn't just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything

She ain't got no money Her clothes are kinda funny Her hair is kinda wild and free Oh, but love

A red suitcase she'll never miss A leather coat he used to wear Thinking tough, looking tired With

Down from the attic in your old things My new girlfriend has a curious streak Half lit in the hall,

A pilot's son won't fly So it's a two-day drive Kissed his brave new wife goodbye The

He wasn't murdered by love or loneliness He walked out on his own It was a holiday night, he was out of

Here comes the first good snow Only to decorate a vacant yard Moving out of here tonight All that's

One, two, three On the way out I'm thinkin' You get what you take anyway On the way out