RYAN ADAMS - Cherry Lane
Every night I read this novel about you
Holding roses in the pouring rain
But the ending's tore up, trying to hail a cab
Think no one can read you, but I can
Well we move into a house down on Cherry Lane
And watch the world go by
Am I'm missing a page
I wanna be the one who walks you home
Who walks you home tonight
Staring into her eyes and then try and explain it
But it's written in a language that was meant to fuck you up