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From the recording Make Believe
The moon hanging over Little Rock
Ain’t full - might as well be
And as soon as I’m brave enough not to stop
This town falls asleep
I can miss you
I’m allowed to
I’ve been pacing in a parking lot
Like it’s all I’ve ever known
I’ve been dodging shifty people and the cops
Trying not to fall in love
But I can miss you
I’m allowed to
You don’t have to look my way
To see right through
I could draw you like a cartoon
From a memory to a page
Every learning curve about you
Is every lesson that I crave
The road is closer to a storybook
Than any fuzzy recollection you can find
Home is something made of fairy tails
Home is, something at the moment, just not mine
The road is closer to a storybook
Than any fuzzy recollection you can find
Home is something made of fairy tails
Home is, something at the moment, just not mine
But I can miss you
I’m allowed to
You don’t have to look my way
To see right through
I could draw you like a cartoon
From a memory to a page
Every learning curve about you
Is every lesson that I crave
I could draw you like a cartoon
From a memory to a page
Every learning curve about you
Lives inside that's where it stays