Instruments
Verse
You Were A Brand New, Blue Jean, Picket On The Front Lawn
A Reason Just To Get Off The Floor
From A Friend To A Stranger, A Simple Rearranger
Should I Even Open That Door?
Verse 2
It Was A Sunday Morning, Hanging By A Shoelace
Felt Like You Were Starting A War
Now You're Changing And Moving, I’ll Take My Ass To Houston
'Cause I Don't Think You Love Me Anymore
Trumpet Solo
Verse 3
You Were A Headache Somedays, But Surely No One's Perfect
Oh, Loving You's Like Doing A Chore
Instead Of Blaming And Bruising And Watching What I'm Losing
I Don't Think I Lovе You Anymore
Bridge [Speech Like]
And, If This Is My Goodbye (Oh-Ooh)
It's Been The Longеst Of My Life (Oh-Ooh)
I See My Shoes Have Been Filled, And, Still (Ooh-Ooh)
All I Can Hope Is That He's Treating You Nice (Ooh-Ooh)
Verse 4
I See The New Man You're Holding, The Bar Is Finally Closing
I Don’t Know What I’m Bugging Ya For
Between The Silence And The Mileage, The Feelings You Were Hiding
I Don't Think You Love Me Anymore
Tag
And I Don’t Think I Love You Anymore
But I Don't Think I'll Ever Be So Sure
Ending [A Tempo]
