Someday
Spring never felt this way before
It rains all day, and when it rains it pours
And the storm won't quit until it runs its course
Spring never felt this way before
Well, we all packed up and we moved away
Saved our goodbyes for another day
Emptied the house, and we filled the tank
Packed our things, and then we moved away
And now the only thing left that's keeping me sane
Is a Tennessee summer in a quiet place
Because I hate goodbyes, and I'm terrified of change
But we all knew it was gonna come someday
All knew it was gonna come someday
Well, I wish I believed what I say I do
Then I wouldn't stock up what I'm scared to lose
And I wouldn't fight back what I know is true
Wish I believed what I say I do
And now the only thing left that's keeping me sane
Is a Tennessee summer in a quiet place
Because I hate goodbyes, and I'm terrified of change
But we all knew it was gonna come someday
And sure as hell, like surgery pain
Or some funeral hymn with an old refrain
Well, isn't it some kind of amazing grace
Or is it just a curse that it works that way
Something's gotta die for the dead to be raised
Someday
Someday
It rains all day, and when it rains it pours
And the storm won't quit until it runs its course
Spring never felt this way before
Well, we all packed up and we moved away
Saved our goodbyes for another day
Emptied the house, and we filled the tank
Packed our things, and then we moved away
And now the only thing left that's keeping me sane
Is a Tennessee summer in a quiet place
Because I hate goodbyes, and I'm terrified of change
But we all knew it was gonna come someday
All knew it was gonna come someday
Well, I wish I believed what I say I do
Then I wouldn't stock up what I'm scared to lose
And I wouldn't fight back what I know is true
Wish I believed what I say I do
And now the only thing left that's keeping me sane
Is a Tennessee summer in a quiet place
Because I hate goodbyes, and I'm terrified of change
But we all knew it was gonna come someday
And sure as hell, like surgery pain
Or some funeral hymn with an old refrain
Well, isn't it some kind of amazing grace
Or is it just a curse that it works that way
Something's gotta die for the dead to be raised
Someday
Someday
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Writer(s): Thomas Anderson
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