Song Description
Picking up the pieces after the woman leaves.
| Song Length |
4:09 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
Lyrics
The walls around me are still pink.
And there's still make-up in the sink.
I didn't think it'd take this long to finally realize you're gone.
There's still hangers on the rack
hoping one day you'll come back.
I didn't think it'd take this long to finally realize you're gone.
I'll let the breeze carry my song and pray you'll follow the notes home.
There wasn't much you didn't take
except the dried rose from our first date.
I didn't think it'd take this long, to finally realize you're gone.
When the wine gets to my head
I still sleep on my side of the bed.
I didn't think it'd take this long to finally realize you're gone.
I'll let the breeze carry my song and pray you'll follow the notes home.
Now hear my lonesome wail.
I didn't think it'd take this long, to finally realize you're gone.
I'll let the breeze carry my song and pray you'll follow the notes home.