True - Hoyle

The baptist preacher’s daughter

Drinks whiskey like water

Loves it when I hold

She don’t get

All her facts are scattered

All the truths are tattered

All the ways it matters

She won’t get it

Why’d you go if you can’t prove

What you don’t know, it’s not to choose

All this show, just give me something true

Nashville rock and rollers

LA culture holders

New York City lola’s

Please don’t quit

All our beauty’s scattered

All our souls are tattered

Tell me it don’t matter

And I’ll forget it

Why’d you go if you can’t prove

What you don’t know, it’s not to choose

All this show, just give me something true

Tell me in the morning if you’ll be a light

Tell me in the morning if you were up all night

Are you feeling all alone?

Tell me in the morning if you’ll be a light

Tell me in morning if it’s all true

Just give me something true