Tekster:
Garrett Hedlund

I'm gonna wear you down. I'm gonna make you see. I'm gonna get to you, you're gonna give in to me. I'm gonna start a fire. You're gonna feel the heat

After all these years runnin' round Flyin' high and fallin' down Well, the time has come at last To rest my heart and ease my past I'm gonna leave these

When the stars line up And you catch a break People think you're lucky But you know its grace It can happen so fast Or a little bit late Timing is everything

Here's my grandpa's old Gibson And a girl of no importance A shot of whiskey sitting on the bar Yeah I used to give a damn, I used to try real hard But

: Well, after all these years of running 'round Always flying high and fallin' down I gotta get back to the way I was Gonna turn it all 'round just because

: I look down that winding road I needed rest and a place to go Sick and tired of running round Flying high and falling down I'm gonna leave these blues

: After all these years runnin' round Flyin high and fallin down Well the time has come at last To rest my heart and erase my past I'm gonna leave these

Here's my grandpa's old Gibson And a girl of no importance A shot of whiskey sitting on the bar Yeah I used to give a damn I used to try real hard But

I look down that winding road I needed rest and a place to go Sick and tired of running round Flying high and falling down I'm gonna leave these blues