Near You from Leuven Letters by Courtney Marie Andrews

Man I miss the way you laugh,
Setting my head straight again.
Our walks haven't changed, the barn's still there,
The gate still sticks,
Guess I just didn't know what to expect.

I'm glad you finally got your car out of the mud,
Now we can make plans for the bar,
Man I missed getting you to dance,
Getting you drunk enough to dance.

I'm not asking for the moon, or even the whole truth,
I don't need to know everything about you,
I don't need the purest spring, You can have eyes for anyone in the room,
I just want, just want to be near you.

Your cigarette was lit inside,
You were ready to go, ready for anything,
Ready for all those lonely nights.
I was ready to rip the ticket up,
Throw it in the street, so I didn't have to leave,
Drive your damn car back in the mud.

I'm not asking for the moon, or even the whole truth,
I don't need to know everything about you,
I don't need the purest spring, You can have eyes for anyone in the room,
I just want, just want to be near you.

• Folk
• americana
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Phoenix