Augustana - Stars and Boulevards (Live Acoustic)

Live acoustic radio - Chicago, 2006 Wait, dear White horses walking down my street here Your words are creeping at my feet I fear The sunrise will come too soon And youll disappear To the haze of the city and yourself Oh yeah Look out Theyre coming after us with big guns Theyre only gonna tell you all the bad things Ive done Even if the words they say arent true, Theyve won Now Im left here dying in the sun Woahhhhh Seems like Im always on my own Seems like Im never coming home Seems like Im always on my own All the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you Late nights Wont do me justice cause when I drink I Just get so damn depressed and its its not like I aint trying to get over you its just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over too and I said Woahhhhh Seems like Im always on my own Seems like Im never coming home Seems like Im always on my All the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you One last Phone call from you It wouldnt hurt much Just like to hear your voice And pretend to touch Any inch of you that hasnt said it all or read it all I sung my life away And I said Woahhhhh Seems like Im always on ym own Seems like Im never coming home Seems like Im always Woahhhhh (all the stars & boulevards arent close enough to you) Seem like Im all eyes on that home (all the stars and boulevards arent close enough to you) Seem like Im never coming home Seem like Im all eyes on that