This is Me By Randy Travis. . Lately I get the feeling there's a feeling that your holding in. Why do you keep your distance as close as we've been. Do you think your silence is saying there aint nothin wrong with you.
Nowhere to go. All night to get there. Another nice try with Mr. Wrong. Late night TV on my horizon. National Anthem and I'm barely hangin' on. Just a typical Saturday night.
Here we go, here we go. Come on, come on. Here we go, here we go. Come on, come on. . Right, its CNE right. Reppin the east, right. Reppin the rock, right.
Here you are on the porch again. With your hat in your hand and a guilty grin. Baby I ain't gonna fall for that just because I always have. And I'm not the only one who won't be taken in.
The more I needed, the less you gave. I guess you thought that it worked that way. You never would listen and now that I'm leaving. You're not believing a word I say.
You come in while I'm sitting at the mirror. You wanna say you know that I look nice. I sit in desperate silence and I listen. And with a cutting eye, you know you'd better look twice.
He walked up to me at the honky tonk. Asked me how I'd been since he'd been gone. And had I found the strength to carry on. He hoped that I could forgive and forget.