Aaron Lee Tasjan Don T Walk Away Lyrics
Don't Walk Away by Aaron Lee Tasjan
Oh lord, not another mistake
Shook so hard I got them shakes
Drank enough drink to kill ten men
Go back and do it again
Faith in myself is a train to ride
Giving up my seat when the ticket gets hot
Everybody runs out of reasons to cry
Living the dream of a lie
[Chorus:]
So don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't you walk away
I'm talking to you
[Chorus]
I sit back and wait to see
What becomes of what used to be
Cigarettes, not Dylan, go electric now
That's how radio sounds
Where does a sad song go to cry
You sing it so much the words get shy
Turns out nothing but another hard try
Just shut up and keep hope alive
[Chorus x2]
Walk the path but watch the corners
You could use the danger as a [guide?]
Weighing all them troubles when you're dreaming
There is no way to step aside
Rest in the arms of another day
I can't stay with it but I want to stay
I want to have heart but I think too much
Nothing like using a crutch
Somebody knows how to shake those hands
Kiss those rings, make those fans
Those kind of people I just can't stand
Watching them fake a tan
[Chorus x2]
[Bitchin' guitar solo]
[Gentle acoustic outro]
Shook so hard I got them shakes
Drank enough drink to kill ten men
Go back and do it again
Faith in myself is a train to ride
Giving up my seat when the ticket gets hot
Everybody runs out of reasons to cry
Living the dream of a lie
[Chorus:]
So don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't you walk away
I'm talking to you
[Chorus]
I sit back and wait to see
What becomes of what used to be
Cigarettes, not Dylan, go electric now
That's how radio sounds
Where does a sad song go to cry
You sing it so much the words get shy
Turns out nothing but another hard try
Just shut up and keep hope alive
[Chorus x2]
Walk the path but watch the corners
You could use the danger as a [guide?]
Weighing all them troubles when you're dreaming
There is no way to step aside
Rest in the arms of another day
I can't stay with it but I want to stay
I want to have heart but I think too much
Nothing like using a crutch
Somebody knows how to shake those hands
Kiss those rings, make those fans
Those kind of people I just can't stand
Watching them fake a tan
[Chorus x2]
[Bitchin' guitar solo]
[Gentle acoustic outro]