Song | Everyone I Know (Bonus Track) |
Artist | Mat Kearney |
Album | City Of Black And White |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We pulled out on 65 | |
To Birmingham on a Tuesday night | |
With your broken leg and favorite song | |
'Julie, Julie' we sang along | |
And our tired eyes pulled up the drive | |
Could hear the phone ring on the other side | |
Of your front door that your hands made | |
She was so surprised we came | |
And we talked about babies names | |
Halloween in the pouring rain | |
I fell asleep on the couch | |
Through the walls you kissed a mouth | |
And I know what it's like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I'm told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It's love that we're looking for | |
There's an outcry in the streets | |
Where the outcasts walk the beats | |
And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep | |
And I can hardly find the means | |
For all the words I mean to speak | |
But still this fire inside of me | |
Seems too much for me alone to keep | |
But now the writing's on the wall | |
Forgotten Krylon cans | |
Will you send a prayer for me? | |
Will you help me to stand? | |
Because I know what it's like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I'm told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It's love that we're looking for | |
Da da da da da da da da… |
We pulled out on 65 | |
To Birmingham on a Tuesday night | |
With your broken leg and favorite song | |
' Julie, Julie' we sang along | |
And our tired eyes pulled up the drive | |
Could hear the phone ring on the other side | |
Of your front door that your hands made | |
She was so surprised we came | |
And we talked about babies names | |
Halloween in the pouring rain | |
I fell asleep on the couch | |
Through the walls you kissed a mouth | |
And I know what it' s like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I' m told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It' s love that we' re looking for | |
There' s an outcry in the streets | |
Where the outcasts walk the beats | |
And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep | |
And I can hardly find the means | |
For all the words I mean to speak | |
But still this fire inside of me | |
Seems too much for me alone to keep | |
But now the writing' s on the wall | |
Forgotten Krylon cans | |
Will you send a prayer for me? | |
Will you help me to stand? | |
Because I know what it' s like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I' m told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It' s love that we' re looking for | |
Da da da da da da da da |
We pulled out on 65 | |
To Birmingham on a Tuesday night | |
With your broken leg and favorite song | |
' Julie, Julie' we sang along | |
And our tired eyes pulled up the drive | |
Could hear the phone ring on the other side | |
Of your front door that your hands made | |
She was so surprised we came | |
And we talked about babies names | |
Halloween in the pouring rain | |
I fell asleep on the couch | |
Through the walls you kissed a mouth | |
And I know what it' s like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I' m told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It' s love that we' re looking for | |
There' s an outcry in the streets | |
Where the outcasts walk the beats | |
And all the widows and black sheep lay their souls down low to sleep | |
And I can hardly find the means | |
For all the words I mean to speak | |
But still this fire inside of me | |
Seems too much for me alone to keep | |
But now the writing' s on the wall | |
Forgotten Krylon cans | |
Will you send a prayer for me? | |
Will you help me to stand? | |
Because I know what it' s like | |
Because everyone that I know | |
Every place that I go | |
Every story that I' m told | |
Its love | |
Its love | |
It' s love that we' re looking for | |
Da da da da da da da da |