Butch Cassidy
Dropped the bottle to the floor
I can't live like this no more
Tired of wondering what might have been
Or who I'm supposed to be
Let the gun fall from my hand
Shattered glass; I'll make a stand
Time don't care about no one
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
So I'm coming home
Lock the door and lost the key
You fell out of love with me
And I can't blame you for moving on
And never looking back
Now I'll try to make amends,
come to terms with how this ends
What I'd give to do it all again
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
So I'm coming home
Leaving everything behind
All the lies and all the reckless roads I paved
It might take a while to find me
But when I do, I know that I'll be saved
I watched my life go up in flames
Wondering if I've got a name
You remebered just who I was
and who I'm supposed to be
Let it all on one last card
Those old habits, they die hard
Win it all or lose it all
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
No, I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
No, I just
Couldn't bare the though of you alone
I just
Couldn't bare the though of you alone
So I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I can't live like this no more
Tired of wondering what might have been
Or who I'm supposed to be
Let the gun fall from my hand
Shattered glass; I'll make a stand
Time don't care about no one
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
So I'm coming home
Lock the door and lost the key
You fell out of love with me
And I can't blame you for moving on
And never looking back
Now I'll try to make amends,
come to terms with how this ends
What I'd give to do it all again
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
So I'm coming home
Leaving everything behind
All the lies and all the reckless roads I paved
It might take a while to find me
But when I do, I know that I'll be saved
I watched my life go up in flames
Wondering if I've got a name
You remebered just who I was
and who I'm supposed to be
Let it all on one last card
Those old habits, they die hard
Win it all or lose it all
I tried to be Butch Cassidy
But I couldn't shoot the bullets
No, I couldn't take the pain
I had the chance to ride with Sundance
But I couldn't bare the thought of you alone
No, I just
Couldn't bare the though of you alone
I just
Couldn't bare the though of you alone
So I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Dorff, Marshall Altman
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