Cross Country Driver - Traces of the Truth

TRACES OF THE TRUTH
This California rain hurts my boyish brain,
Two thousand miles away from you.
No looking back, no losing track,
Nothin' here for me, but traces of the truth.

Just me and my guitar and nothing left to say,
I strum another chord and say it anyway.
And everywhere I turn, another trace of you.
But the truth is painful,
It will knock you down

This California rain hurts my boyish brain,
Two thousand miles away from you.
No looking back, no losing track,
Nothin' here for me, but traces of the truth.

I found some cardboard boxes,
I filled em up today, hey.
Your poems and your pictures,
The rest I threw away.
But the truth is painful,
It will knock you down.
Scare the life right outta you,
When it comes back round and round

This California rain hurts my boyish brain,
Two thousand miles away from you.
No looking back, no losing track,
Nothin' here for me, but traces of the truth.

This California rain hurts my boyish brain,
Two thousand miles away from you.
No looking back, no losing track,
Nothin' here for me, but traces

This California rain hurts my boyish brain,
Two thousand miles away from you.
No looking back, no losing track,
Nothin' left for me, but traces of the truth.

I'll see you round,
We go round and round, yeah
Nothin' here for me, but traces of the truth.

Written by:
James Harper, Rob Lamothe, Zander Lamothe

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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