We were two kids growing up
You were twenty-three, I was twenty-one
Too young to know what we were getting into
But dammit, ain’t that just what you do?
When the fireworks fly on a neon-light Friday night
When you find the kind of love, you dive into headfirst
But it burned out, and that’s how fire works
Went from a hundred miles to nothing and broke our hearts in two
We went from lovers back to strangers
Now two years later, I’d never thought I’d get to tell you
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
I’d pour the shots back in the glass
Put my lonely heart in the lonely bars
Yeah, I wouldn’t take the long nights back
I’d pull all the reds out of the pack
Smoke ’em again, you should know that
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
Elijah
Never knew I had to lose myself and go through hell
To write down, sing about, everything a broken heart goes through
Kinda crazy now writing this song for you
‘Cause you were out there searching for me, part two
Sad to say, she probably knew the truth
Now I know that you knew too
Kinda crazy what we both went through
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
I’d pour the shots back in the glass
Put my lonely heart in the lonely bars
Yeah, I wouldn’t take the long nights back
I’d pull all the reds out of the pack
Smoke ’em again, you should know that
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
Elijah
Elijah
Look what 730 days without you turned into
And thank God I was never just about, just about over you
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
I’d pour the shots back in the glass
Put my lonely heart in the lonely bars
Yeah, I wouldn’t take the long nights back
I’d pull all the reds out of the pack
Smoke ’em again, you should know that
I’d do it all again, take the long way around to find ya
Elijah
Elijah
Elijah
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