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ohio

you swore that there was nothing i could do,
but i told you i’d do anything to keep you.
on my knees, wet eyes, pleading a failed case,
in my dreams, you cried, and wiped my tears away.

here in your room you’re cold, angry, and loud
all i wanted was to talk to you about…it.
hugging your knees, your eyes are tired of my face.
you don’t care anymore you’d rather walk away.

if you can’t look me in the eyes, then why would i want to move home
i’d be ashamed of all i’ve done, if maybe you wanted me home
i have always had your arms, and that’s what i always called home
in ohio

you laughed and said, “were you always such a dick?�
i died inside. i never meant to be this.
then you tell me that i always have to be right,
and with that look in your eyes you say, “i’m always right.�

if you can’t look me in the eyes, then why would i want to move home
i’d be ashamed of all i’ve done, if maybe you wanted me home
i have always had your arms, and that’s what i always called home
in ohio

i wish that i could start over from the beginning
i’d live like every day i was in training
the ins and outs…of a life i left behind
the one who loved…will never be mine

if you can’t look me in the eyes, then why would i want to move home
i’d be ashamed of all i’ve done, if maybe you wanted me home
i have always had your arms, and that’s what i always called home
in ohio

if you could look me in the eyes and tell me you want me home
i am ashamed of all i’ve done, even if you don’t want me home,
i’ll drop it now and walk away, if i know that you don’t want me home.
in ohio

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