Written by Jory Taber
The headlines are clear through a half of glass of beer.
Outside in the cold, she's so hard to hold.
The headlines are clear through a half of glass of beer.
I tempt you out on a Friday night.
Sit down Sunday and make it right.
The rain drags on the window, pulls me to where I've been.
Tomorrow might make it better for you, anywhere but here.
Anywhere but here 4 times
I crave the feel of home from a million miles away
to let you know that you're not alone.
Every need feeds an alibi.
The rain drags on the window, pulls me to where I've been.
Tomorrow might make it better for you, anywhere but here.
Anywhere but here 4 times
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