well i thought that she liked me since i ve been around and i know she might be maybe taken and she s playing hard to get more like hard to tell well she never fooled me at all those nights they were mostly spent at the glen in bare feet i m questioning her thoughts of me smoking on something i shouldn t be well i ll take you where no cars will go where that trail ends its where we begin to grow there s dead birds in that creek wash your feet when we get back home and i ll try not to sink or be weakened when these weeks are gone i remember when you told me you want to see better things it s a damn shame when them plans change and we re stuck outside by some airplanes there was no one knowing us and we bought time inside of those old city lines there is one thing that you taught me to not shake a hand too softly in the western land we were walking and the best of men they did cross me we hurried in and then we left slow i headed home with a lesson i never did know there s dead birds in that creek wash your feet when we get back home and i ll try not to sink or be weakened when these weeks are gone i don t recall ever thinking that we were not meant to last on the roof i found truth in how we attract and i d give today to have that one back because distance well it is no match for love and the truest love at that there s dead birds in that creek wash your feet when we get back home i ll try not to sink or be weakened when these weeks are gone