There I was at the bus stop beggin’ you just to stay Can we work out, baby we can work this out A dust trail from a Greyhound headed for the West Coast As I watch you it's gettin' hard to breathe No this ain’t how it was suppose to be If you’re out chasin’ all your dreams Tell where does that leave me
Chorus What about the plans that you left behind little white house by the railway line The one we picked out We even put the payment down What about the promise that you made To with me till your dying day Said you’d never go away Are they just things people say Are they just things baby
The preacher stopped by the house last Tuesday Asked if I was fine We sat and talked a while He tried to make me But it’s so hard to show my face 'round lately In this small town I guess they heard the news About me and you It’s 3 AM and can’t sleep at all I wonder where you are tonight and do I ever cross your mind
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my momma won’t stop crying She wonders what went wrong Could I have a little deeper Or did I hold on too strong