Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heartbreak Dreamer , by - Mat Kearney. Release date: 23.02.2015
Song language: English
Heartbreak Dreamer |
| I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night |
| Burning like kerosene for nearly half of my life |
| And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene |
| You can blame it on me with a ADHD while I’m falling asleep during the Sat’s |
| And as I pack my bags and headed to a foreign land |
| One way ticket on a one way plane |
| Laying my head down alone each night |
| The same devil’s calling and that same old fight |
| 'Cause this one’s for middle surfs living in the middle love |
| Where they coming from and a halfway rush of blood |
| This ones for those first prayers to heaven on a road that seems never ending |
| For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for the light |
| Looking for just one reason to get through the night |
| Every long lost believer caught in the fight |
| All the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright |
| Everybody sing |
| La la… |
| And I was turning twenty five in a city that don’t sleep |
| Was feeling only half alive to the dreams that I keep |
| And I kept on waiting only she’s waiting for me |
| You burning down lane on a quarter tank of pain with soles off your feet |
| And you’ve been waiting and praying for the right one to come |
| Watch the rising and the falling of another setting sun |
| Nobody seems quite good enough for you except the wrong one she keep running |
| back to |
| So this one’s for Mike still waiting for his wife |
| This one’s for grandma losing the love of her life |
| This ones for those first prayers to heaven on a road that seems never ending |
| For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for the light |
| Looking for just one reason to get through the night |
| Every long lost believer caught in the fight |
| All the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright |
| Everybody sing |
| La la… |
| And this one right here ah. |
| this is for the fat girls |
| This one is a… is for the little brothers |
| This is for the schoolyard wimps, for the childhood bullies who tormented them |
| To the former prom queen and to the milk-crate ball players |
| For the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired elderly walmart store front |
| door greeters |
| Shake the dust |
| This is for the benches and the people sitting upon |
| For the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns |
| To the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children |
| For the nighttime schoolers and for the midnight bike riders trying to fly |
| Shake the dust |
| This is for the two-year-olds who cannot be understood because they speak half |
| English and half God |
| Shake the dust |
| For the boys with the beautiful beautiful sisters |
| Shake the dust |
| For the girls with those brothers who are going crazy |
| Those gym class wallflowers and the twelve-year-olds afraid of taking public |
| showers |
| For the kid who is always late to class and forgets the combination to his |
| lockers |
| And the girl who loved somebody else |
| Shake the dust |
| This is for the hard men who want love but know that it won’t come |
| For the one’s amendments who not stand up for |
| For the ones who are forgotten |
| For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to |
| And then they are never spoken to speak (La la…) |
| Every time you stand so you do not forget yourself |
| Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats |
| hundred thousand times a day |
| And that they have gallons of blood making every one is an Oceans |