Lyrics

Well I woke up wondering where I sat just like I always do I-80 up ahead laid out like a lazy bitch on a Sunday afternoon We're 30 miles from Cleveland, ain't stopping, ain't even passing through At night we'll stop in Pittburgh but Philly's where we're going to I talked to my mom today, she seems like she's doing fine Tell her I'd been getting sick again, we both pretend we don't know why She says 'one more drop of rain'...she swears we'll all be drowned alive And she asked me how my father's been, we both pretend we don't know why I got a friend upstate, he's got a place where I can get away from it all Ah but I don't know if I can take it boys, I just can't stand myself alone Well now 30 years of running's left me standing with my back to the cold And it's left me most days wondering if I've ever really learned a thing at all But I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to move on Trying to move on, I'm trying to move on Maybe I should go back, back to the night where it all began Maybe I should trace my life back to the night where my folks first met Maybe I could find the moment where my father broke my mother's heart in half Oh I could go back to New York City, just learn to live with that baby... But I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to move on baby I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to move on oh...
Writer(s): Justin Townes Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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