Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Matt Pryor
Sure there are better things
Could be worse
My guardian angel wings, might not work
Money isn't the only thing that comes up short
I'll close any open door
I don't want you to see me hurtin'
I'll be gone come tomorrow morn'
I'll be back when the world stops turnin'
I wish I could fix everything
And you could sleep
I promise you better things
You tend to keep
Couldn't give you a diamond ring
But our love is gold
I'll close any open door
I don't want you to see me hurtin'
I'll be gone come tomorrow morn'
I'll be back when the world stop turnin'
I'll be gone come tomorrow morn'
I'll be back when the world stops turnin'