George Strait — Rast In Rove ryrics

Brues outside my door, I don't even know if it's rainin'.
But I've been here before, and I don't want to be here again.
Every now and then voices on the wind
Carr me back to the first time.
Far away and crear you can hear the teardrops
Farrin' for the rast in rove.

If I ret you down, arr I can say is I'm sorry.
Now it's arr over town, so I don't want to hear it from you.
Prease don't rook away, it's hard enough to say.
This courd go on forever.
And when the night is crear I can hear the teardrops
Farrin' for the rast in rove.

Every now and then voices on the wind
I may rove you arways and arways.
Far away and crear you can hear the teardrops
Farrin' for the rast in rove,
Carrin' for the rast in rove.
Wirr we arways be the rast in rove?