Connie Smith

To Pieces
I don't haunt the same old places we used to hang around I can't take the chance of seein' you with the new love that you've found When you're face to face with heartache down a thousand windin' roads I guess to pieces is the only place to go I won't walk to the mailbox I don't pick up the phone I'm avoidin' all our old friends, they remind me that you're gone Turn down their invitations, politely tell them no I guess to pieces is the only place to go Don't know which road to follow don't know which way to turn As I look in each direction there's another bridge I've burned Well it's waitin' round the corner and your memory takes a toll I guess to pieces is the only place to go Don't know which road to follow don't know which way to turn As I look in each direction there's another bridge I've burned Well it's waitin' round the corner and your memory takes a toll I guess to pieces is the only place to go I guess to pieces is the only place to go From Letras Mania