|
(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Trey Bruce) |
|
Didn't look like alcohol to me |
|
But his hands were shakin' like a willow leaf |
|
Reaching out for one more drink |
|
He didn't look like a loser to me |
|
But he was lost behind his tears |
|
Something bad had to drive him in here |
|
He don't fit in with this crowd |
|
Somewhere,sometime he was proud |
|
There's a storm stretched out |
|
A million miles across his heart |
|
And a war he's fighting |
|
In the dark |
|
Whatever it is,something bigger then him |
|
Drove him too far down to crawl |
|
But it didn't look like alcohol |
|
Thought I heard him say somebody's name |
|
But I pretended like |
|
I didn't hear |
|
I just wished that |
|
I could disappear |
|
He was cracking like a desert of burning shame |
|
Pleading with someone that |
|
I couldn't see |
|
He might as well've been on his knees |
|
Like a bomb tickin' ready to blow |
|
He got up in a hurry to go |
|
There's a storm stretched out |
|
A million miles across his heart |
|
And a war he's fighting |
|
In the dark |
|
Whatever it is,something bigger then him |
|
Drove him too far down to crawl |
|
But it didn't look like alcohol |
|
The girl behind the bar says she guesses he forgot her |
|
I said, "Don't worry I'll get his tab And give me two of whatever he had" |
|
And she said, "Water" |
|
Whatever it is,something bigger then him |
|
Drove him too far down to crawl |
|
But it didn't look like alcohol |
|
Didn't look like alcohol to me |
