I Try to Sing Along

The midnight horns are sounding
makes last night’s whiskey come alive again
the sweet movin encore proves to the night
that the summer soon begins

I should have laughed with her; I should have kept some notes
I should have left a place for love to grow

Chorus
She turns everything into a song
She turns everything into a song
She turns everything into a song
And I try to sing along

Heartache can’t find me, can’t bring me down
When she picks up her guitar
The words run like horses, blown through my head by the wind
Like a friend from a far

I should have laughed with her; I should have kept some notes
I should have left a place for love to grow

She turns everything into a song
She turns everything into a song
She turns everything into a song
And I try to sing along