Well, I try and I try, to be a real cool guy
A cold man with no roots, with no feelings and no regrets
Well, I swallowed my tears and I neglected my loves
I shoved bottles of whiskey down my throat
The Lord above knows how I really tried to
Be a cold man who never cries or loses
But I still miss the Sunday mornings
My old house and the climbing trees
I miss my friends and I can't forget
That one girl that slipped away
God knows that I tried hard to be a lonely and strong man
But that just ain’t me, 'cause I'll always remember of my broken dreams

So here I'm with my broken guitar
Singing my blues, feeling my scars
Wondering if I'll ever see you again
The Lord above knows how I really tried to
To be a cold man who never cries or loses
But I still miss the Sunday mornings
My old house and the climbing trees
I miss my friends and I can't forget
That one girl that slipped away
That one girl that slipped away
That one girl that slipped away