If you ever loved someone who. Never took the time to know you. Nothing that you say ever gets through. Listening, but they don't hear you. . You just going through the motions.
You think I'm so full of it, full of it. But I think I'm just fed up baby. You think I can be so arrogant, arrogant. But I'm just tryna get keep my head up baby.
Now it's just a memory and it's hard to think. Hard to think about it. 'Bout the love I left behind, I can't help but think. What could I have done about it?.
Yeah, land of the free, home of the hard, home of the tough, survivors. . [Verse 1]. We some gun toting, church going, 18-wheel rolling. Bag slanging, flag waving, at the dinner table praying.
Words & Music: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick. . Everybody's talkin' in the homeroom. Plans are being made for after school. Should you tell them how you're really feelin'.
[Talking]. Please... shit. You know I know right? You know I know.. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. . Oh Lord, why did I have to live so many lies.
I wanna know how it feels to be kissed. cold chills run up and down my spine. . I wanna know how it feels to be talked to. Till the word drive me stoned out my mind.
You think I'm so full of it, full of it. I think I'm just fed up, baby. You think I can be so arrogant, arrogant. But I'm just tryna keep my head up, baby.
It's in our hello. In the way your smile glows. And it's in our good bye. In the tear in your eye. And all in between. When you're lookin at me. . I know I know I know.