She was as pretty as the evening sun
Torn up jeans and a heart on the run
Busted her back selling booze at a bar
Never stuck, but not getting too far
We signed our names on an overpass
In the blink of her eyes,
the good times don't last
But if this is what we'd ever be That was alright,
cause she's her own kind
of free And she called me up late on a Friday
Saying maybe you and I could get high
I got a long list of things I've been trying
to say And it all comes back to you
Still it all comes back to you
I got a history going too fast She checks her shoulder,
but she never looks
back
And in the morning when she closes the gate
My heart flutters as the levee breaks
And she called me up late on a Friday
Saying maybe you and I could get high
I got a long list of things I've been trying
to say And it all comes back to you
It all comes back to you
So don't ask where my heart is When
it's still in the palm of your hands
No don't ask where my heart is When
it's still in the palm of your hands
No don't ask where my heart is When it's still in the
palm of your hands
No don't ask where my heart is When
it's still in the palm of your hands
Oh I called her up late on a Friday Maybe you and I could get high
I don't wanna go to sleep,
I ain't tired It all comes back to you
It all comes back to you
Still it all comes back to you
It all
comes back to you