Lyrics

Well I fell in love with a little blue-eyed dove
From Philly not a while back
She had a heart of gold and a voice with soul
And gave a hell of a back scratch
I knew it was love when she said, "hey, bub"
And flipped her long blonde hair
All I could do was just look at you
With a smile and a long stare

But then sure enough, you know, I fucked up
As boys are wont to do
Something bout a commitment just wasn't sitting
And I closed off from you
I guess I got scared and didn't dare
Stare at the sun too long
I thought nothing that bright could ever be mine
But, baby, was I wrong?

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Now I'm left here singing on songs
That no one hears
Tell me, baby
Tell me

Is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love
Is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love
Alright

So I stumbled out until I found
A place to drown my tears
Just give me a bottle and it's "see ya tomorrow"
I'll fade into the shadows here
Turns out, hell, that don't work so well
When you cry into a whiskey jar
'Cause all you get is some salty shit
And you're right back where you start

Then I walk home with an empty soul
And moonshine in my eyes
When I get there I can't climb the stairs
No matter how I try
So I kicked around until I fell down
And watched the rolling mist
I just laid in the lawn and wrote a song
And it went a little something like this

Tell me, is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love
Is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love

Oh, would you wait for me?
Oh, would you wait for me?
Would you wait for me?
Would you wait for me?

Is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love
Is it love?
That brings you to your knees?
It's love

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Alright

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Alright

So, I don't know, oh, where'd she go?
Guess I never will
Man, I've changed, but I'm the same
To think about her still
So boys, go find a girl, see the world
Hear what she has to say
Don't be the one to write a song
About the one who slipped away

(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)

I'm finding my own way home
I'm finding my own way home
I'm finding my own way home
I'm finding my own way home

I'm finding my own way home
I'm finding my own way home
I'm finding my own way home
To you

(We've had fun for 72 years)

Writer(s): Patrick Michael Mckillen

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