Song | Chiseled In Stone |
Artist | Chris Young |
Album | Voices |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You ran cryin' to the bedroom* | |
I ran off to the bar | |
Another piece of heaven gone to hell | |
The words we spoke in anger | |
Just tore my world apart | |
And I sat there feelin’ sorry for myself | |
That old man sat down beside me | |
Looked me in the eye | |
And he said Son, I know what you're going through | |
You ought to get down on your knees | |
And thank your lucky stars | |
That you got someone to go home to | |
You don't know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
‘Til you lived through the story | |
That's still livin' in me | |
And you don't know about sadness | |
'Til you faced life alone | |
You don't know about lonely | |
'Til it's chiseled in stone | |
So I brought these pretty flowers | |
Hopin’ you would understand | |
That sometimes a man is such a fool | |
Those golden words of wisdom | |
From the heart of that old man | |
Showed me I ain't nothin’ without you | |
You don't know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
‘Til you lived through the story | |
That old man just told me | |
You don't know about sadness | |
'Til you faced life alone | |
You don't know about lonely | |
'Til it's chiseled in stone | |
You don't know about lonely | |
'Til it's chiseled in stone |
You ran cryin' to the bedroom | |
I ran off to the bar | |
Another piece of heaven gone to hell | |
The words we spoke in anger | |
Just tore my world apart | |
And I sat there feelin' sorry for myself | |
That old man sat down beside me | |
Looked me in the eye | |
And he said Son, I know what you' re going through | |
You ought to get down on your knees | |
And thank your lucky stars | |
That you got someone to go home to | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
' Til you lived through the story | |
That' s still livin' in me | |
And you don' t know about sadness | |
' Til you faced life alone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone | |
So I brought these pretty flowers | |
Hopin' you would understand | |
That sometimes a man is such a fool | |
Those golden words of wisdom | |
From the heart of that old man | |
Showed me I ain' t nothin' without you | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
' Til you lived through the story | |
That old man just told me | |
You don' t know about sadness | |
' Til you faced life alone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone |
You ran cryin' to the bedroom | |
I ran off to the bar | |
Another piece of heaven gone to hell | |
The words we spoke in anger | |
Just tore my world apart | |
And I sat there feelin' sorry for myself | |
That old man sat down beside me | |
Looked me in the eye | |
And he said Son, I know what you' re going through | |
You ought to get down on your knees | |
And thank your lucky stars | |
That you got someone to go home to | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
' Til you lived through the story | |
That' s still livin' in me | |
And you don' t know about sadness | |
' Til you faced life alone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone | |
So I brought these pretty flowers | |
Hopin' you would understand | |
That sometimes a man is such a fool | |
Those golden words of wisdom | |
From the heart of that old man | |
Showed me I ain' t nothin' without you | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
Or how long nights can be | |
' Til you lived through the story | |
That old man just told me | |
You don' t know about sadness | |
' Til you faced life alone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone | |
You don' t know about lonely | |
' Til it' s chiseled in stone |