Ancient West

It's been weeks sense I've seen a real smile

Oh I know I won't see it for awhile

I've counted inches from your yard to my door

And I want nothing more than to know for sure

It's been weeks since I've had a good thought

I'm telling secrets about the lies that you bought

You used to love to hear me sing

And we would talk about everything

It was beautiful to me

I don't want to be him anymore

Maybe I'll hear your voice in a crowded room

Picture us one day a bride and a groom

He'll walk in and I bet he will too

Does he feel the way I felt about you?

I muttered something quiet under my breath

Then he quickly grabbed his coat and his chest

I don't know how much time is left

So hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

I don't want to be him anymore

So keep me up and tell me every fear

(I don't want to be him anymore)

When you were young and the days passed like years

Between the booze and the "remember whens"

I'm telling all the same stories again

You pray to him he is a god to you

But does he hold your head and hear your blues?

I won't be the one who makes you choose

And give up everything that you can't lose

Old notions from the ancient west

They hang your head and pray for the best

So hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best

Hang your head and pray for the best