Bells - Atta Boy

Sitting in the backseat

going, going with that wind

Save, save me from that old stress

My shoes are wet with rain

stomping in every puddle

will take the dirt from my old dress

Laying on the floor now

painting with every color

pearls will fall far from the sky

Can I say I’m insane now?

bird of a different feather

but treat me like any other goodbye

Bells will ring

and I’ll follow you to the grave

So listen, babe

And I’ll tell you to be brave

We’ve got those feet

I’ll walk, walk for miles

you can’t say I barely tried for gold

I’m the dusty corners

in the basement of your home

sweep me up and search for what you told

I’m the empty glass

on your barren little bed stand

drink from me those final drops of bourbon

I’m the one who loves

all the better things about you

but thankfully to you I’m just a burden

Bells will ring

and I’ll follow you to the grave

So listen, babe

And I’ll tell you to be brave

Tell me a story

just listen mighty closely

I’m not who you think I am

I’ll tell you a story

just listen mighty closely

I’m not who you think I am

Bells will ring

and I’ll follow you to the grave

So listen, babe

and I’ll tell you to be brave