"Doesn't Have To Be This Way" lyrics
Alison Krauss & Union Station Lyrics
"Doesn't Have To Be This Way"
Sometimes I wonder where you're coming from
When you roll in like thunder just to turn around and run
It's a good thing I don't need you to stay
You smell like moonlight and early morning rain
Pray tell a fool might surrender to your pain
Or find a cure for your decay
You're at your best with an ache in your chest
And that worn out old song that you play
Only Jesus and you long to teach us
Should no one be left to betray
I don't know the answer but I know who to blame
You can choose the dancer or you could choose the flame
I think you'll find they're one and the same
It doesn't have to be this way
You're at your best with an ache in your chest
And that worn out old song that you play
Only Jesus and you long to teach us
Should no one be left to betray
I don't know the answer but I know who to blame
Pray tell a fool might surrender to your pain
It's a good thing I don't need you to stay
Sometimes I wonder where you're coming from
When you roll in like thunder just to turn around and run
It's a good thing I don't need you to stay
It doesn't have to be this way
Writer(s): Robert Lee Castleman
- AZLyrics
- A
- Alison Krauss Lyrics
album:
"Lonely Runs Both Ways" (2004)
Unionhouse Branch
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