| The Real Me |
| Rosanne Cash |
| I don't know what you feel no more |
| when you look in my eyes |
| I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, |
| But I'm brand new inside |
| Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, |
| I take it a minute at a time |
| Maybe all I want is to hold you night |
| Now with no compromise |
| This is the real… me…… |
| Breakin' down at last hey, it's The real… me…… |
| Crawlin' out of my past Baby, the real…me…… |
| wants the real… you… So bad |
| The numbness over comes me now |
| Like alcohol and fear |
| And I want to crawl inside you, baby, |
| But I don't want you near |
| A woman's her own mystery, |
| Not a shadow of her man |
| But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, |
| I'm not a guard to hold hand |
| This is the real…me…… |
| Breakin' down at last hey, it's The real… me…… |
| Crawlin' out of my past Baby, the real… me…… |
| Wants the real… you… So bad |
| Well, I've got no answers now, |
| And I don't expect them of you |
| Thank God for second chances, baby, |
| Coz there's something I can give to you |
| And it's the real….me…. |
| Breakin' down at last hey, it's The real… me…… |
| Crawlin' out of my past Baby, the real…me…… |
| Wants the real…you… So bad |
| Baby, the real…me…… |
| Wants the real… you… So bad |