Smith Hill 2018
Elbows on the windowsill
And my head against the pane
Seen so many grow and die
And you forget most of their names
Well, I fired that arrow to the great big sky
And hope that it'll never come down
Unless you're coming with it
It was better with you around
I could drink myself to death tonight
Or I could stand and give a toast
To those who made it out alive
Well, it's you I miss the most
Tonight I see my sweetheart
I got a fifty dollar bill
Somewhere in her weak heart
But she knows I never will
Oh, love
It's hard to hide it
True love
It's hard to find it
Though I
I was once beside it
I've fallen
Far behind it
From a tiny room upon Smith Hill
It's easy to disappear
It's easy to run off hiding
To say I don't want you here
I can't stand to face the facts
It would only leave you hurt
I don't care much what you have to say
But I'd like to know what you heard
Oh, love
It's hard to hide it
True love
It's hard to find it
Though I
I was once beside it
I've fallen
Far behind it
Well, it's a long way free
You can't tread on me
And every morning
When you're crying, you'll see
And my head against the pane
Seen so many grow and die
And you forget most of their names
Well, I fired that arrow to the great big sky
And hope that it'll never come down
Unless you're coming with it
It was better with you around
I could drink myself to death tonight
Or I could stand and give a toast
To those who made it out alive
Well, it's you I miss the most
Tonight I see my sweetheart
I got a fifty dollar bill
Somewhere in her weak heart
But she knows I never will
Oh, love
It's hard to hide it
True love
It's hard to find it
Though I
I was once beside it
I've fallen
Far behind it
From a tiny room upon Smith Hill
It's easy to disappear
It's easy to run off hiding
To say I don't want you here
I can't stand to face the facts
It would only leave you hurt
I don't care much what you have to say
But I'd like to know what you heard
Oh, love
It's hard to hide it
True love
It's hard to find it
Though I
I was once beside it
I've fallen
Far behind it
Well, it's a long way free
You can't tread on me
And every morning
When you're crying, you'll see
Credits
Writer(s): John Mccauley
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