Once I saw your old familiar face I was walking in a new watering place Been a little lost for a little while People sometimes go out of style Make a new habit have new kid Maybe both God forbid But all at once you seemed to know The very thing that laid me low Caught it like a new form of the flu Chalked it up to our old friend the blues The questions and the answers you'd found Talked me out of that breakdown
You said time makes the wheels spin And the years roll out and the doubt rolls in In the truck stops, in the parking lots And the cheap motels
When will we become ourselves When will we become ourselves When will we become ourselves
You laughed and said the news would be bad If I ever saw your name with a hashtag Singers like you and I Are only news when we die So here I'm sitting 'round another night Looking at your boots Jesus Christ That's some mighty big ones to try to fill Never can and never will So here's another song that's over now You're another sun that done gone down Put another good one in the ground Good lord it's going 'round
Now let the wheels spin and the tears roll out And the tributes roll in In the truck stops, in the parking lots And the cheap hotels
When will we become ourselves When will we become ourselves When will we become ourselves
Compositores: David Todd Rawlings (BMI), Gillian Howard Welch (Gillian Welch) (BMI)Editores: 3rd Revision (BMI), Acony Publishing (BMI), Wixen Music Publishing Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #46355274 em 27/Out/2024