There I was at the bus stop begging you just to stay
Can we work this out?
Baby we can work this out
Dust trail from a greyhound headed for the west coast
As I watch you leave I find it hard to breathe
No this ain’t how it was supposed to be
If you're out chasing all your dreams
well tell me where does that leave me
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what about the plans that you left behind
the little white house by the railway line
the one we picked out
We even put the payment down
What about the promise that you made
To stay with me til your dying days
Said you’d never go away
Well they are just things that people say
They just things baby
Preacher stopped by the house last Tuesday
Asked if I was fine
We sat and talked awhile
He tried to make me smile
It;s so hard to show my face round lately
In this small town
I guess they heard the news about me and you
Its 3 am and I can’t sleep at all
I wonder where you are tonight and do I ever cross your mind
Chorus
Well my mamma won’t stop crying
She wonders what went wrong
Could I have loved a little deeper?
Did I hold on too strong?
Chorus
They just things baby
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