Cherry Lane

Ryan Adams · Cold Roses [2005]

Every night I read this novel

About two wooden roses and the pouring rain

But the engine's torn up

Tryin' to hail a cab

Think no one can read you; but i can



Well we move into a house down on cherry lane

Watch the world go by

Well I'm missing a page



I wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home tonight

Stare into her eyes and try to explain

It's written in old english that was meant to fuck you up



Well I can never get close enough

But I'd loved



But I lie down on her pillow

And you feel like you was goin' away

Goin' away

And when you go no place to go

But back in her arms, lying in her pillow



Girl that put the book down on cherry lane

The glass that hits the floor and you're walkin' away



But I wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home tonight

Stare into her eyes and try to explain

And tryin' to explain anyway



But i wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home tonight

And stare into her eyes and try to explain

And tryin' to explain but the shit just fucks you up



And I can never get close enough

I can never get close

I can never get close enough

I can never get close enough

To you



I can never get close enough

I can never get close

I can never get close enough

I can never get close enough

To you



I can never get close enough

I can never get close

I can never get close enough

I can never get close enough

To you



I can never get close enough

I can never get close

I can never get close enough

I can never get close enough

To you



I could never get close

I could never get close enough

I could never get close enough

To you



I could never get close

I could never get close enough

I could never get close enough

To you

To you

To you

To you