Blinds

Maybe it ain’t in the cards for me
The kind of love that makes your knees weak
Yeah, I know it ain’t in the stars for me
But I don’t look to you for sympathy
And I know there are things that I can’t see
But God, there must be something wrong with me
The days I wake up in the morning
And feel that empty space beside me

They say I'm too young to sing the blues
But I'm growing older every day
I'm growing black and blue

So I open up the blinds in my home
Let in the light to keep my eyes open
I’ve done my crying
And there’s no denying I'm alone

Sixteen miles left driving
I’ve got stories from the road
And a man I know keeps telling me to go home
I guess he don’t know what I want
But see it’s funny he should ask
'Cause all I'm after is a place to call my own
It's an endless search
An unquenchable thirst for love

They say I'm far too young to know what I want
But I beg to differ, darling
They couldn’t be more wrong

So I drive on down that open road
Take in the sights to keep my heart open
I’ve done my crying, these tears have dried
I ain’t coming home

What I wouldn’t give
Just to see clearly for a second
I’ve been searching through my head
For just one thought
Just one decision and I’ve been
Sitting on the fence just hoping
Waiting, wishing for some kind of sign
Well, here’s my sign

I open up the blinds in my home
Let in the light just to feel something
I’ve done my crying, these tears have dried
I ain’t crying no more