Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney
Mat Kearney’s third effort, Young Love, is inspired by conversations he had with passengers as a cab driver in Nashville, Tennessee. He found lyrical inspiration and developed the concept album, likely finding inspiration for Learning to Love Again in a cab conversation.
[Verse 1]
Your poker face ain't fooling nobody, nobody here
We've all felt the flame and shed those same tears
Driving home to a one-man hell, still counting years, still counting years
[Chorus]
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
Standing in the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a song we can't name
That was the real you saying
"Maybe I'm not too young to be a cowboy"
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
[Verse 2]
Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls
Thinking 'bout the words you'd say to a phone that never calls
Feel the weight of your father's ring and all those dreams, and all those dreams singing
[Chorus]
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
Standing in the places no picture contains
That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
Singing with the radio to a song we can't name
That was the real you saying, "Maybe I'm not to young too be a cowboy."
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
[Verse 3]
And I know you like I know my reflection
Walking on the water 'cross an ocean of desire
Everyone I know is looking for protection
Trying to pull down your hometown 'cross a telephone wire
'Cross a telephone wire
[Outro]
Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body
Fear don' know no love when we're all the same
That was the real you looking back across the water
Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame
That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
Learning to Love Again was written by Mat Kearney.