More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
Some things in this world cannot be persuaded: whiskey always burns, cigarettes leave a mark on the lungs, and the heart leaves cracks. And that's pretty much how boys are, with one foot at home and the other already looking for the road to sunset. They don't linger, leaving only smoke and ashes in the rearview mirror. You can get angry, you can be ironic, but in the end, one thing is clear: nature is a stubborn thing. Some are made to stay, others to run away.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Can’t ask the whiskey
Not to get you drunk
Can’t ask the cigarette that’s glowin’ red
Not to burn your lungs
Can’t ask a river not to run on around the bend
Or cheap paint not to peel on a picket fence
Can’t ask a heart not to break
I guess some things aren’t meant to change
Boys like you keep one boot out the screen door
Treat a good thing like a detour
And ride off into the sunset
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview
Find a new world to strike a match to
Yeah the man you ain’t knows how to stay
And boys like you were only made to run
Can’t ask a player
To show you all their cards
Can’t ask a coward not to tuck their tail
And hide out in the dark
Can’t ask a love you to mean more than it did
Or a liar not to let it roll off their lips
No I won’t die on this hill
Waitin’ for you to be somethin’ that you never will
‘Cause boys like you keep one boot out the screen door
Treat a good thing like a detour
And ride off into the sunset
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview
Find a new world to strike a match to
Yeah the man you ain’t knows how to stay
And boys like you were only made to run
Boys like you were only made to run
Can’t ask the whiskey
Not to get you drunk
Can’t ask the cigarette that’s glowin’ red
Not to burn your lungs
Boys like you keep one boot out the screen door
Treat a good thing like a detour
And ride off into the sunset
Boys like you leave ashes in the rearview
Find a new world to strike a match to
Yeah the man you ain’t knows how to stay
And boys like you were only made to run
Boys like you were only made to run