Sunset, Santa Fe
de Dave Barnes
Where will you go when it get darks
And shadows sneak into your heart?
When the tears begin to fall
Where will you go?
And where will you run when you can't hide
From what's buried deep inside?
When you're faced with all you've done
Where will you run?
Will you lift up a bottle? Will you lift up a prayer?
Stand up to your demons or lay down in despair?
You're not alone with nowhere left to turn
I'm reaching out across the bridge you burned
What will you say when there aren't words
To give a hint to how you're hurt?
When theres a will, but there's no way
What will you say?
Will you lift up a bottle? Will you lift up a prayer?
Stand up to your demons or lay down in despair?
You're not alone with nowhere left to turn
I'm reaching out across the bridge you burned
'Cause you're in the dark and you can't hide
And there's nothing you can say to feel better down inside
I've let go, and I hope that you can tell
But I'll forgive you, can you forgive yourself?
Will you lift up a bottle? Will you lift up a prayer?
Stand up to your demons or lay down in despair?
You're not alone with nowhere left to turn
I'm reaching out across the bridge you burned
I'm reaching out across the bridge you burned
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