| I’m writing all these letters, letters, to you
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| From all the little cities and towns I’ve traveled through
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| And it’s been about a year, year, or two
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| And I’ve heard you’re moving on, on, with someone new
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| I don’t blame you, at all
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| Couldn’t tame you, at all
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| Sitting wide awake, in a crowded space
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| I know that I can make it
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| Find myself just thinking of you
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| A million miles away, different time of day
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| Knew I cross your mind, do you ever think of me too?
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| I don’t blame you, at all
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| Couldn’t tame you, at all
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| And I hope he treats you better, better, than me
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| And he becomes the man that I could never be
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| It gets lonely out here, here, you know
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| And if I could do it different I never would’ve let you go
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| I don’t blame you, at all
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| Couldn’t tame you, at all
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| I don’t blame you, at all
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| Couldn’t tame you, at all |