I guess I always took the long way home
and I guess I deserve to be alone
But sometimes it's just easier believin lies
Baby can't you see my hands are tied
I don't expect the faith to last
As evident as the stones that were cast
Now with the cards laid on the table
And the scars of a broken cradle
Comes the blues of love
I suppose all dreams weren't meant to be
And these tears no they're not all free
I used to think we had it made
Just remembering the price we paid
Somethings are worth more than gold
The secret of love is given away not sold
Now with the cards laid on the table
And the scars of a broken cradle
Comes the blues of love
