Rosanne Cash. Rules Of Travel. Closer Than I Appear. Zeneszám

Lock all the doors an' turn out the lights.
Work this thing through till we get it right.
But if I seem angry an' cold,
Or I don't speak at all,
It's just that old fear,
'cause baby, I'm closer than I appear.

An' here are the facts, as much as I know.
We've got to turn back if we can't let it go.
You know your heart an' your mind.
An' I'm just three steps behind,
But I feel those tears,
'cause baby, I'm closer than I appear.
Yeah, baby, I'm closer than I appear.

'cause somewhere inside, I'm reachin' out for you.
Somewhere inside, we both know the truth.
But I learned lots of rules 'bout what a man's made of,
An' I got to rethink what I know about love.
Hey, I'm willin' to change.
If I still seem the same, well it's just them old fears.
An', baby, I'm closer than I appear.

If I was born to stand here, an' give you nothing but love,
To fill up these years,
Then, baby, I'm closer than I appear.
Yeah, baby, I'm closer than I appear.

Well, come closer, an' I'll come closer.
Well, come closer, closer than I appear.