Tekst Utworu

Road dogs are built for sleeping in I've been up since 4 a.m. At your worst, you're better than my better days There ain't been no sun in L.A. Since you moved out of Sarah's place I love your mother's stories 'bout you as a kid I heard you scored a job in the East Village Well, working for some folks who don't know your name (hm) Well, ain't you gonna miss all of them wasted days? We sit around drinking out at Sarah's place Don't come back, lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline We always knew you were the better half of our good times Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face Out at Sarah's place You called to talk just last week I'm still fallin' apart like I'll always be And your picnic chair is just sitting there in the yard And I had to sell my old guitar Don't come back, lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline We always knew you were the better half of our good times Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face Out at Sarah's place You'll always be a piece of mind, peace of mind We drove that road we know at least a million times I'm so damn tired of seeing that empty drive Out at Sarah's place Don't come back, lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline We always knew you were the better half of our good times Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face Out at Sarah's place Oh (hey) Hm-mm, mm-oh Plane tickets have gotten awfully expensive But I got mine for the price of a Gibson
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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