James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
James McMurtry
I said "this is the last time"
A few times ago
But once more it's happened
And that's all in the world I know
I still hear the echo
When you hung up the phone
I feel like I'm lost in the back yard
Just trying to get home
I woke up in a strange world
I can aptly describe
It's like the streets of a town where I lived
When I was too young to drive
It all looks so familiar
But I can't find my way
I must have got lost in the back yard
When I went out to play
Don't open my eyes
To nothing like truth
Just leave it all lost in the wind
Let it hide in the blindness of youth
The facts of the matter
Most likely will always remain
And I guess I'll be lost in the back yard
Till I get home again