They closed the parkway late last night And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told I felt young, never changed by crooked hearts So put the shotgun back in the glove Come on and wait another year for that dream far away To come home, to be brave
Everything has changed and now it’s only you that matters I will find any way to your wild heart
They boarded up the windows and the doors to my house No one will ever read the letters or the lies that I told From the years I was changed by crooked hearts Why did they have to go and do us like that? Why did they have to go and run from the dream far away? Were we there? Was I brave?
To think everything must die for anyone to matter Got to find any way to your wild heart
Everything has changed and now I can’t tell what matters I will find any way to your wild heart