I remember the words that you said when we left for Alaska Let's pack our bags in the truck with our love and go drive for a while I can't understand all the mysteries in this old Bible But the closer we get, well, the harder we hurt when we fall
and I'm hoping deep down that you want me too Are we worth what I put you through? I can't earn it, you've got to choose
My brother he called and said I should get back home Out in East Tennessee where it's prettiest there in the fall They say that true love tells the truth even if it's a burden Well, I guess I'm still learning Cause most of the time I just talk and fill up these walls with half-hearted tunes
I'm a good man with bones that bruise But I'm learning to tell the truth Cause I'm hurtin, for hurtin you
All that I wanted was never enough All that I needed was more of your love More from The Dirty Guv'nahs