Country Fair Lyrics

Country Fair Lyrics

Here is a path to a clearing
Fearing the wrath of God I stepped aside
Ready for some new kind of feeling
I ran to the field with my arms open wide

Tired of the circles we talk in
I walked to the road and right into my own trap again
When sweet opportunity comes knockin'
How many times must I learn the same lesson?
I learned my lesson
Your peeling paint was appealing
Realistically I know I don't need to know
Ready for some new kind of healing
I cuff up the legs to trudge into the virgin snow
The sound of your voicе is like petals
Bettеr than Saturdays battering oysters for the fry
When papa brought home a gold medal
You ran to your room and locked the door, I heard you cry
I'll learn my lesson
I'll learn my lesson