Mat Kearney Learning To Love Again
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 were all learning to love again
cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
standing in places no picture contains
that was the real you windows down we could smell the mint fields crying
sing with the radio to song we can't name
that was the real you saying maybe i'm not to 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 fathers ring and all those dreams and all those dreams
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 places no picture contains
that was the real you windows down we could smell the mint fields crying
sing with the radio to song we can't name
that was the real you saying maybe i'm not to young to be a cowboy
hey brother we're all learning to love again
hey brother we're all learning to love again
i know you like i know my reflection
walking on the water cross and ocean of desire
everyone i know is looking for protection
trying to pull your hometown cross a telephone wire
cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body
fear down 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