Paroles: The Young Republic. Excuses to see you.

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I was searching for something left of your heart
Along the dusty roads that we?d worn
Not a bright ray of hope
Just a cold silhouette of two kids that had come undone
She said, ?Nothing?s going to bring you back,
To the boy I used to know.?
I swear to the lord I still walk the same road
I?m not the one with the new dress on

Hearts on fire, they burn for miles true
I?ll give you twenty seven reasons why I?m coming home
But they?re all just excuses to see you

I addressed my fears in a stamped envelope
I haven?t had the courage to send
It sits right in my back pocket caked in dirt and regret
Next to the tickets to the last show we saw

Hearts on fire, they burn for miles true
I?ll give you twenty seven reasons why I?m coming home
But they?re all just excuses to see you

The music plays soft up in the loft
Where I used to dance with you
Graham sings for the streets
Of an east coast city where you are
You should have been my Emmylou

Hearts on fire, they burn for miles true
I?ll give you twenty seven reasons why I?m coming home
But they?re all just excuses to see you

We faced the wrong direction
And I know I?ll look there again
But til another man learns the lines on your hands
I?ll be there
I just thought you should know