InstrumentsVerseYou Were A Brand New, Blue Jean, Picket On The Front LawnA Reason Just To Get Off The FloorFrom A Friend To A Stranger, A Simple RearrangerShould I Even Open That Door?Verse 2It Was A Sunday Morning, Hanging By A ShoelaceFelt Like You Were Starting A WarNow You're Changing And Moving, I’ll Take My Ass To Houston'Cause I Don't Think You Love Me AnymoreTrumpet SoloVerse 3You Were A Headache Somedays, But Surely No One's PerfectOh, Loving You's Like Doing A ChoreInstead Of Blaming And Bruising And Watching What I'm LosingI Don't Think I Lovе You AnymoreBridge [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 4I See The New Man You're Holding, The Bar Is Finally ClosingI Don’t Know What I’m Bugging Ya ForBetween The Silence And The Mileage, The Feelings You Were HidingI Don't Think You Love Me AnymoreTagAnd I Don’t Think I Love You AnymoreBut I Don't Think I'll Ever Be So SureEnding [A Tempo]
