Once

the

last

drop

of

rain

has

dried

off

the

pave-

ment

Shoul-

dn't

I

find

a

stain,

but

I

ne-

ver

do

The

way

the

tires

turn

stones

on

old

coun-

ty

roads

They

leave

'em

mud-

dy

un-

der-

neath,

re-

minds

me

of

you

You

find

graf-

fi-

ti

on

the

walls

of

old

bath-

room

stalls

You

know,

you

can

scratch

it

right

off,

it's

how

it

used

to

be

But

like

the

dol-

lar

in

your

poc-

ket,

it's

been

spent

and

tra-

ded

in

You

can't

change

where

it's

been,

re-

minds

me

of

me

I

lived,

and

I

learned,

had

you,

got

burned

Held

out,

and

held

on

God

knows,

too

long,

and

was-

ted

time

Lost

tears,

swore

that

I'd

get

out

of

here

But

no

a-

mount

of

free-

dom

gets

you

clean

I've

still

got

you

all

o-

ver

me

The

best

and

worst

day

of

June

Was

the

one

that

I

met

you

With

your

hands

in

your

poc-

kets

And

your

"Don't

you

wish

you

had

me?"

grin

But

I

did,

so

I

smiled

And

I

mel-

ted

like

a

child

Now

eve-

ry

breath

of

air

I

breathe

re-

minds

me

of

then

And

I

lived,

and

I

learned,

had

you,

got

burned

Held

out,

and

held

on

God

knows,

too

long,

and

was-

ted

time

Lost

tears,

swore

that

I'd

get

out

of

here

But

no

a-

mount

of

free-

dom

gets

you

clean

I've

still

got

you

all

o-

ver

me

I

lived,

and

I

learned

And

found

out

what

it

was

to

turn

a-

round

And

see

that

we

Were

ne-

ver

real-

ly

meant

to

be

So

I

lied,

and

I

cried

And

I

watched

a

part

of

my-

self

die

'Cause

no

a-

mount

of

free-

dom

gets

you

clean

I've

still

got

you

all

o-

v-

er

me

I've

still

got

you

all

o-

ver

me

Still

got

you

all

o-

ver

me