Testo Fighting Tears - Wade Forster
Testo della canzone Fighting Tears (Wade Forster), tratta dall'album The Beginning
Yeah, if I could take that picture down and throw it on floor
Would it turn me into the guy you were always looking for?
The signs of depression keep rolling round the bend
And I hope that my last dollar will help me on the mend
Yeah, I know that I ain't made of clay, I ain't that moldable
But Goddamn, I can't help myself, I love that rodeo
If only you knew what I was and all that I want
You'd let me roll down blacktop 'til I can't find a place to stop
And if you need my help, then come along
'Cause I've been going too long to be alone
All the rank broncs and the steers
Can't find my way past beers
And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears
Yeah, you got a job in another town, we tried to make it work
But all the signs kept leading me to black soil dirt
But the lonesome whistle echoes on for everyone to hear
After we broke up, my Brightside shine, everything is clear
In another town in another year, they had one on near there
After the ride me and my boys went out to clear the air
Across the stop in a roadside bar off of Hammer Avenue
Was a stripping girl from my hometown with a devil tattoo
Tried to take her back home and get her on the straight and right
Took a photo on an old iPhone to commemorate the night
If I could go back all them years, I wouldn't married her
And fixed the broken glass that is my past to make this girl her
And if you need my help, then come along
'Cause I've been going too long to be alone
All the rank broncs and the steers
Can't find my way past beers
And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears
First round of rehab didn't seem to work for you
After two long months at a county jail, I set a table for two
I said I'll send you back there one last time, try for gold this year
'Cause your daughter's graduating, and I'm sure she wants you here
Come around September time, we all thought she was good
But there's something in the bottle and a dollar store backwood
We found her by the rafters of her old two trailer home
The only one who knows is a porcelain garden gnome
Laid her down in our hometown, we really fought for her
Her mum and dad picked a coffin out of old Fraser fir
They told me not to bash myself, I did all I could
Told me if I'm down, come around, tell us all the things you could
And if you need my help, then come along
'Cause I've been going too long to be alone
All the rank broncs and the steers
Can't find my way past beers
And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears
And I hope I'm not the only one out here that's fighting tears
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Writer(s): Wade Forster
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