Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself. You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on. Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar.
That mirror's been lyin' to you. 'Cause my eyes see the same girl I gave my heart to. Where you see time's erosion. I see beauty growin'. But you wonder if I'm still in love with you.
This highway of heartache is rocky and rough. Lord, I learned a long time ago. You can't build a fire from the ashes of love. Roses don't bloom in the snow.