| Boiling water is burning, its been raining for days
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| And there’s nothing but bourbon that takes me away
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| I don’t sleep when I lie myself down on a bed
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| Someone else’s hotel room, I’m restless again
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| Like I’m spread too thin over too much
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| So you think you can see that you are bad for me
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| But I’m better than I sound
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| And I’m stronger than I’ve found I can be
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| I’m looking straight back home where I leave you alone
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| Wishing somehow that I could be
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| More of me
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| To leave you when I go
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| More of me
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| To keep you when I’m gone
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| I’d like a slower life now or a faster one later
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| I want to hurry up and get something done
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| For the rest of my time has been purchased and sold
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| To the most seemingly promising one
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| Is there any real truth in what we’ve been told?
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| More of you when I’m lonesome and lost on the road
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| More of me when you’re weary from protecting our home
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| More of us in our dreams of the things to come
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| When we’re together again, at last, again
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| Is anything ever all right?
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| Don’t you want to do something wrong, something bad?
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| Just to justify all of these feelings by stealing
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| Something that you’ve never had
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| Is a heart really there? |
| You can tell if you break it
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| More of me
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| More of me
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| More of me
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| More of me |