Letras:
Chords The

: I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations

: And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your

: I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted

: Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty

: (That's incentive...) You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper

: Every town has a diner where I'll meet you, and your friends too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee; you can tell me all about your day

: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where

: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the

: (Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would