Atmosphere Wild Wild Horses Lyrics

When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Like the Rest of Us
  • 2 Puppets
  • 3 The Skinny
  • 4 Dreamer
  • 5 Shoulda Known
  • 6 You
  • 7 Painting
  • 8 Your Glasshouse
  • 9 Yesterday
  • 10 Guarantees
  • 11 Me
  • 12 Wild Wild Horses
  • 13 Can’t Break
  • 14 The Waitress
  • 15 In Her Music Box

  • He knew he wasn't perfect

    But he always did his best to try to get under the surface

    Not a saint, not a serpent

    He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person

    So when she came along with the sunbeam

    Self-esteem stopped making nothing out of somethings

    Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean

    It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean

    Do the math, he knew he had to choose a path

    Got to get that girl, got to make her laugh

    Got to shake the past and move forwards

    Got to make this last, it feels gorgeous

    But she had a lover in the mid-west

    Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest

    Just like that, everything is gone

    He didn't want to but he had to learn the words so he could sing along

    Everything is all I have to give you

    And I'm afraid it ain't enough

    And you're not so young that you believe me

    Just because I say it's love

    And even if they come to steal you tomorrow

    I'll know my smile was yours

    Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom

    Run, run wild wild horses

    You can't tame these horses

    You can't tame these horses, no

    You can't tame these horses

    You can't tame these horses

    Sometimes it can be so nice, right?

    Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type

    And when it's dark, sometimes sees the nightlife

    But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike

    She got a man but he thinks he's a star

    And it feels like she has to compete with the bar

    She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard

    Momma never told her she would see those scars

    Every night he's out doing who knows whom

    While she cries along like a new show tune

    Last call past, is he coming home soon?

    Or is he going to run away with the dish and the spoon?

    She'll realize she don't want that clown

    Leave those shoes at the lost and found

    He won't catch on until she's not around

    After somebody else already locked that down

    (We sing)

    He didn't want her to see him leave

    And he couldn't keep sitting there watching her sleep

    Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours

    He'll dig another hole, trying to plant some new flowers

    But the sun don't shine under the table

    He's trying to hold his life together with staples

    No investment cause he's incapable

    And he's on the outro of being labeled available

    The word on the street is his girl's coming back home

    No more alone, no more sad poems

    No after-bar calls to the cell phone

    It's time to walk a new path and grow a backbone

    Shoved into the big book of just friends

    Wondering how he would look as a husband

    And everyone of them he ever allowed to love him

    Now watching from the crowd trying to be proud of him

    (They say)

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