Learning To Love Again

Mat Kearney

Composição de: Mat Kearney
Your poker face ain't fooling nobody, nobody here
We've all felt the flame and shed those same tears
Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still
 counting years
Hey brother we're all learning to love again

'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of 
gold wide open
Standing in places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the 
mint fields crying
Sing with the radio to song we can't name
That was the real you saying, "Maybe I'm not too young to 
be a cowboy."
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again

Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between 
foreign walls
Thinking 'bout the words you'd say to a phone that never 
calls
Feel the weight of your father's ring and all those dreams,
 and all those dreams
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again

'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of 
gold wide open
Standing in places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the 
mint fields crying
Sing with the radio to song we can't name
That was the real you saying, "Maybe I'm not to young too 
be a cowboy."
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
I know you like I know my reflection
Walking on the water 'cross an ocean of desire
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Everyone I know is looking for protection
Trying to pull your hometown 'cross a telephone wire

'Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of
 your body
Fear don' know no love when we're all the same
That was the real you looking back across the water
Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame
That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a 
barrel
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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