The Secret

Album: I'm a Fire (2014)
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  • All gathered 'round in our Sunday best
    After the service on them old church steps
    Congregation spilling into the streets
    Ain't it funny how the preacher's words
    Disappear out here on the curb
    Once the weight of an old friend's body and your hands meet

    Tending bar up in Syracuse
    Momma called when she got the news
    Hell, I don't know who she'll miss more, you or me
    No, it didn't feel real, no not 'til now
    Behind this long black Lincoln in our little town
    Rolling by buildings I never thought again I'd see

    And I can't help but think about all that we could have been
    Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    Buried is the secret that was us

    I can still see you standing there
    Swollen eyes and snow in your hair
    And your shaking voice say you couldn't get past the shame
    Eight weeks into a nine month ride
    Either way it's still a lie
    Carrying your child with another man's name

    And I can't help but think about all that we could have been
    Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    Buried is the secret that was us

    I walk up and shake his hand, tell him just how sorry I am
    And what I wouldn't give to have you back
    I wonder if you're looking down on all who is gathered 'round
    Knowing one day I too will find peace

    And I can't help but think about all that we could have been
    Had you not stayed here and settled for a life with him
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    Buried is the secret that was us
    Buried is the secret that was us Writer/s: GIOVANNI, HILL, LIVINGSTON, SOMERS
    Publisher: Bluewater Music Corp., Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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