Stories I Could Tell

People say that love I sent from somewhere up above
Some people say that love is just a shame
I wish they'd make up my mind and tell me what to do
'Cause this burnin' in my chest still remains

It's a long, long way from fallin' down to standin' straight and tall
If I live to tell it all
Oh, the stories I'll recall

How I screamed your name in the pourin' rain
How I cursed the wind and thunder as they came
How I hit my knees
And begged the breeze to blow this heartache all the hell
Oh, the stories I could tell

Drinkin' long and drinkin' hard didn't seem to be the cure
I only lost my money and my time
But I did not lose this poundin' pain that used to be my heart
It seems that you performed the perfect crime

You're guilty of voluntary damage to my heart
And sentenced me to life, oh, can I overcome this strife

I laid in bed, my eyes blood red with dreams of you
Just dancing in my head
Then I hit my knees
And prayed to God that he would blow this heartache all the hell
Oh, the stories I could tell