I'm on a white line runnin' down the interstate.
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Tryin' to wipe away the rain that's runnin' down my face.
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Goin' any old ware, any old place, just some place else.
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By now you know, that I'm not there, and if you don't know why.
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Well, can't you see the tears it took for me to say good-bye.
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Yeah, I left a few on your old sweater.
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I watched them fall on a love sick letters
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and I cried a river, cried a mile wide one
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I'd even cried some crocodile ones.
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But from out here you can't hear me callin'.
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and you won't see me when I start fallin',
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Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
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I'll be a far cry from you.
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In a moment of truth, it's a matter of fact.
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There's only one way to go, and that ain't goin' back.
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So I ain't stopped since I stopped for gas, a hundred miles ago.
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And right now I'm caught somewhere between gone and gone for good.
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And these tears will dry, but there have been times I wondered if they would.
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Yeah, I left a few on your old sweater.
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I watched them fall on a love sick letters
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and I cried a river, cried a mile wide one
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I'd even cried some crocodile ones.
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But from out here you can't hear me callin'.
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And you won't see me when I start fallin',
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Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
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I'll be a far cry from you.
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Yeah, from out here you can't hear me callin'.
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And you won't see me when I start fallin',
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Cause this time, baby the next time, that I do,
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I'll be a far cry from you.
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A Far Cry From You
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| Tracy Lawrence |
