Small Town Love
We have the mind to solve things
But we don't try though
We live life on a tight rope
(It's hard baby, i know)
It's a curse we all fight through
And the hurt doesn't define you
(No it doesn't define you)
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
Something's on my mind
Get away from the water baby ooh
I know you're tired
And this home doesn't offer safety ooh
If my head don't surface
Don't jump in with me
I tried to save what we had but there's nothing
If I don't surface
Just close those curtains
Cause I'm not home for this evening I'm sorry
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
We have the mind to solve things
But we don't try though
We live life on a tight rope
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
But we don't try though
We live life on a tight rope
(It's hard baby, i know)
It's a curse we all fight through
And the hurt doesn't define you
(No it doesn't define you)
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
Something's on my mind
Get away from the water baby ooh
I know you're tired
And this home doesn't offer safety ooh
If my head don't surface
Don't jump in with me
I tried to save what we had but there's nothing
If I don't surface
Just close those curtains
Cause I'm not home for this evening I'm sorry
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
We have the mind to solve things
But we don't try though
We live life on a tight rope
I packed my things
I hit the road
Back to the sand
Back to my home
This small town love
Where we all grow
Thought I was used to being on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Ratcliff, Zach Sutton
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