And I’m on my way to believing.
April 10th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
The only exception.
When I was younger I saw my daddy cry/ and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched/ as he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore/ that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised/ I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.
But darling/ You are the only exception [4].
Maybe I know somewhere/ deep in my soul/ that love never lasts.
And we’ve got to find other ways/ to make it alone/ or keep a straight face.
And I’ve always lived like this/ keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I’ve sworn to myself/ that I’m content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception [4].
I’ve got a tight grip on reality/ but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.
I know you’re leaving in the morning/ when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.
You are the only exception [8].
And I’m on my way to believing.
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing.
