Into It. Over It.
Nashville, Tn
This fools strings twing and twang on a main strip of lonely souls
Our hearts stay full
On a search for a mechanical bull
And while my eyes are slurred and our speech is blurred
Chris puts his hand on my shoulder
Says, "we're not older just staying true"
I think I'm having a break-through
I could be having a break-through...
From Letras Mania