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Turnpike Troubadours

The Shape

 

The Shape

(album: Bossier City - 2007)


Well I'm in, pretty good shape for the shape I'm in, living in the shadows of all my
sins, but hey, we've all got our problems.
And it's been 21 hours since I've heard your voice and me, well I got no damn choice
in the matter, yeah you know that's true

Yeah leave it all up to you this time, the decision is yours baby its not mine, even though that's hard.
But the ink stain is still on my hand, and your number's too worn off to understand, but I wear it, like a battle scar.

[Chorus:]
And I can't tell, about you and me, it's a little bit too far down that old road of life to see.
But I keep an eye out, toward the sky, thinking that maybe you just might be passing by,
And how I wish, that you can hear, me sing maybe this time my songs just might mean something.

So fall on back down to me, fall on back down to me,
ah you're still an angel, even with that broken wing.
And I said I got enough gas to make it there,
tonight if you want baby I don't care, and you said no no no no that's ok.
So instead I just sat here on this couch and I drank it off, that's what I'm all about,
at least lord, that's what the people say.
Cuz we both know I'm just a lost cause, a wannabe poet with a cheap guitar, begging for applause,
but I thought id be your knight in shining armor, and id save ya, hell or high water,
but I wont reach out my hand if you don't want it.

[Chorus]

So fall on back down to me, fall on back down to me,
ah you're still an angel, ah you're still an angel, ah you're still an angel,
even with that broken wing.

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