It sure looks good in the picture books Makes me stop and take second looks Yeah, lots of white sand on big white beach Everything right within my reach I wanna go where the grass is green But I guess I'll have to take myself with me And I'm not sure that that's who I wanna see Cradle to tombstone there's not much in between Except for crosses, crossroads And stories that we leave behind us Wise men ask why, the lucky just believe The lucky just believe How did everything get to be such a mess I wish there was a place called no regrets Where I could just sit and put up my feet Then come along and bury me Say goodnight to this frustration Live my life like a long vacation But I'm not sure that that's who I wanna be Cradle to tombstone there's not much in between Except for crosses, crossroads And stories that we leave behind us Wise men ask why but the lucky just believe The lucky just believe She says she digs me for who I am She doesn't need to understand This journey I've been on Maybe she's the one Maybe she's the one Maybe she's the one Cradle to tombstone there's not much in between Except for crosses, crossroads And stories that we leave behind us Wise men ask why but the lucky just believe Yeah, the lucky just believe, I believe, oh I believe The lucky just believe © SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com