Tired of Running - Joe Bachman

Tired of Running - Joe Bachman
A bunch airplane bottles in a paper sack
On the hood of my car lying on my back
Thinkin' about all those things
That I never got right
First thing's first I'm gonna twist the cap
Lift it to the stars and tip one back
Yeah I'm gonna give you
Just one last night
Of holdin' me back holdin' me under
Second guessin' makin' me wonder
Where we went brown
Well it's time for me to move on
There ain't enough miles ain't enough days
It's just something that I gotta face so
Go ahead keep that hurtin' coming
Yeah I'm tired of running
Remember all those things that we called ours
I hope that you don't mind they're in the back of my car
And whatever don't burn
Hen
I'll just leave
Oh soldin' me back holdin' me under
Second guessin' makin' me wonder
Where we went brown
Well it's time for me to move on
There ain't enough miles ain't enough days
It's just something that I gotta face so
Go ahead keep that hurtin' coming
Cuz I'm tired of running
Yeah
Finally your memories are keeping me warm
Yeah after tonight babe they'll be no more
Oh holdin' me back holdin' me under
Second guessin' makin' me wonder
Where we went brown
Well it's time for me to move on
There ain't enough miles ain't enough days
It's just something that I gotta face so
Go ahead keep that hurtin' coming
I'm tired running
I'm so tired of running
A bunch of airplane bottles in a paper sack