Did somebody ask that hurtin question What are you searchin for Well how could you tell you know what Im thinkin When I dont know nothin at all Well the faces may change as hearts rearrange Set on a course of their own If I stay afloat, by this lump in my throat I dont know nothin at all A face in the crowd, a fool on the phone Showin his face at the door I look at him and he looks at me And we dont see nothin at all Old love has new eyes Two lips, same sweet smile And a gentle hand Ill never hold again In the old ways Im slow to change Still turn around when I hear your name From across the room In the air and the way she movesYou might also like
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