"Ends In Why" lyrics

"Ends In Why"

Just when I think I'm outta the woods
I go and get lost again
The sun sinks down, memories rise
And another lonely night begins

I see you lookin' back over your shoulder
I'm haunted by heartbreak, over and over

Why would I ever let an angel fly?
Oh, will I be wonderin' till the day that I die?
Do I regret ever sayin', "Goodbye"?
Baby, only every day that ends in, "Why"

Just when I think I've hidden the past
Your picture goes and finds my eyes
Just when I think I've forgotten our song
The jukebox comes alive, singin'

Why would I ever let an angel fly?
Oh, will I be wonderin' till the day that I die?
Do I regret ever sayin', "Goodbye"?
Baby, only every day that ends in

Why would I listen to my head?
Shoulda listened to my heart
Shoulda loved on faith from the very start
Maybe someday I'll let go
I hope to God, someday I'll know why

Why would I ever let an angel fly?
Oh, will I be wonderin' till the day that I die?
Do I regret ever sayin', "Goodbye"?
Baby, only every day that ends in
Why would I ever let an angel fly?
Oh, will I be wonderin' till the day that I die?
Do I regret ever sayin', "Goodbye"?
Baby, only every day that ends in, "Why"
Every day that ends in, "Why"


Writer(s): Randy Ennis Schlappi, Charlie Muncaster, Eric Paslay
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