Lately I'm loving being someone who cares Little to nothing bout some bygone affair Yeah, I've been wronged but that old song's not going nowhere Light up them fields and get going Pulling, pulling, pulling up the roots Days I've wasted trying to make this bloom You have my eyes, you have my name, Take better care of them than me I won't waste another over you Leaves are all rusting busting loose from the trees One more fall passing, one more thing you didn't see Cause its the thought that counts, yes its the thought that counts Its just the little lie, I hope you know That its the thought that counts, that horrid thought that counts Its just the little lie you left behind Pulling, pulling, pulling up the roots Days I've wasted trying to make this bloom You have my eyes, you have my name, Take better care of them than me I won't waste another over you