Learning To Love Again - Mat Kearney

Your poker face ain’t fooling nobody, nobody here

We’ve all felt the flame and she’d those same tears

Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still counting years

Hey brother we’re all learning to love again

'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open

Standing in places no picture contains

That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying

Sing with the radio to song we can’t name

That was the real

You saying, «Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.»

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls

Thinking 'bout the words you’d say to a phone that never calls

Feel the weight of your father’s ring and all those dreams, and all those dreams

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open

Standing in places no picture contains

That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying

Sing with the radio to song we can’t name

That was the real you saying, «Maybe I’m not to young too be a cowboy.»

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

I know you like I know my reflection

Walking on the water 'cross an ocean of desire

Everyone I know is looking for protection

Trying to pull your hometown 'cross a telephone wire

'Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body

Fear don' know no love when we’re all the same

That was the real you looking back across the water

Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame

That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again

Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again