I know I've been careless at times

Rumors on the vine spread like wildfire with just a small breeze

Amber leaves fall beneath the tree

The old place is barren laced with jasmine and weeds

 It's getting hard to see, it's getting hard to see

 

I feel your bitter cold shoulder and hard eyes

We'll find a better tomorrow

 

Running around blind with those shackles on

Wipe your eyes I feel it too, Baby let's get gone

No more lonely old cold dark nights

We'll find a better tomorrow

 

Try our luck in Austin, tell everyone at home we'll write

The worst scars you'll never see, but they'll be there if you don't put up the fight

 

End of election year will be the last

I'll see seasons change and smell that sweet green grass, and feel the warmth of home again

 

Let's head for the hills and leave this town dry

We'll find a better tomorrow

Let's head for the hills and leave this town dry

We'll find a better tomorrow

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