around forever for you Sooner or later, you're gonna come around And you'll be sorry, when you figure out That I was always everything that you needed
and my toes are painted pink, oh My brother said to tell you, your tires look kind of low My daddy says he knows of a lake where no one goes I'm ready
kids are playing in the backyard now Catching fireflies in a jar And I am sitting on my back porch And I'm wondering where you are And if you look at
time that I can do without it Everything comes and goes I'm always the last to know And I can see the sun come up Another day You were looking for some fun And
saying nothing at all become so loud? When does the silence settle in? Nothing's wrong but nothing's right We hold our breath and close our eyes And
your eyes One day you'll grow up One day you'll walk In this big world on your own. There'll be days when Your heart'll break and You'll swear that all
eyes One day you'll grow up One day you'll walk in In this big world on your own. There'll be days when Your heart'll break and You'll swear that all
s time that I can do without it Everything comes and goes I'm always the last to know I can see the sun come up another day You were looking for some fun And
Don't stick around and make it worse Don't leave me hanging on all night To every petty little word Don't you drag me down that road Of miles and miles and
dress and my toes are painted pink Oh, my brother said to tell you you're tires look kind of low My daddy says he knows of a lake where no one goes I
Your pretty little lying, pretty little lying eyes Got a troubled mind and a restless heart And letting go was the easy part Ohh, oh your pretty little lying eyes Ohh, and
underneath the stars Kids are playing in the backyard now Catching fireflies in a jar I am sitting on my back porch And I'm wondering where you are And
sky is getting closer To the ground, to the ground It's Texas in the mirror Looking for a reason in her eyes She sings along with Elvis Turned around and
meant To each others faces We just shut down and we quit I guess poets have a funny way of only making sense Through the radio All the lines and wires
I don't know how long you've been holding on I don't know how long everything's been my fault It's getting easier to take the blame It's getting easier to try and
wait around forever for you Sooner or later Youre gonna come around and youll be sorry When you figure out That I was always everything that you