Mat Kearney - Learning to Love Again lyrics
[Mat Kearney - Learning to Love Again lyrics]
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 the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down
We could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a
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 singing
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 the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down
We could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a
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
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
And I know you like I know my reflection
Walking on the water 'cross
An ocean of desire
Everyone I know is looking for protection
Trying to pull down your hometown
'cross a telephone wire
'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
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 the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down
We could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a
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 singing
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 the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down
We could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a
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
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
And I know you like I know my reflection
Walking on the water 'cross
An ocean of desire
Everyone I know is looking for protection
Trying to pull down your hometown
'cross a telephone wire
'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