John Fullbright Follow

I haven’t told myself the truth
Since the first night you were gone
I’d like to think I was living easy
That love was mostly living all alone

Maybe its the wind blowing us together
Maybe its the world blowing me away
Maybe the tall trees bow down before us
Pleading for a lonely heart to stay

Truth be told the odds are stacked against us
Truth be told they often always are
Unless you really care about me
Don’t go up the stairs without
The boy that let you drive him in
your mother’s beat up car
Don’t forget the one that lives too far

Some folks make something out of nothing
Some people have to cry too long
While others wait beside the window
Wondering why the wind would blow so strong

Now I’ll admit I’m feeling cold and naked
Just like I’m standing in the rain
With nothing left out here to hide behind
And I wonder if you feel the same.

Truth be told the odds are stacked against us
Truth be told they often always are
Unless you really care about me
Don’t go up the stairs without
The boy that let you drive him in
your mother’s beat up car
Don’t forget the one that lives too far