Truth Decay - Rodney Crowell

You’ve got me worried now

It makes me feel somehow

As if the world is gonna break

Oh, c’mon, short of breath

It’s like I’m scared to death

That I might make a bold mistake

I’d grown accustomed to the comfort

Nothing heavy on my plate

I’ve come to see myself as free at last

But now I just don’t feel that great

I can’t love you like I want to

When it depends on what I don’t do

And every chance to see the real you

Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay?

It throws me off my game

And nothing feels the same

I get so dizzy I can’t think

I dig down deep in down

Until there’s no way out

I’m just so busy on the break

I’d like to think I make a difference

As if indeed I ever could

It was always up to you, girl

And this I never understood

I can’t love you like I want to

If it comes down to what I don’t do

And every chance to see the real you

Oughta feel you slip away, is truth decay?

I can’t love you with my hands tied

Walking barefoot down the landslide

If I can’t be there when you need me

Do you read me when you say is a truth decay?