me of a way that I could be better,
better at loving you
Hey
Mr.
Man, sometimes I forget the
little things I ought to do
Got a heart full of soul and
a head full of nonsense
I never know what's gonna win through
So tell me all the ways that I could be better,
better at loving you
When I whisper in your ear, should I tell you sweet nothings,
or say what's really on my mind
Should I always tell the truth,
it's a little wild and I'm cruel to be kind
It's not safe to assume that I'll always
figure out what I wanna make too
Bet ter tell me all the ways that I could be better,
better at loving you
The ways of the world have
always been a mystery to me
It's a miracle, just how I live day to day
But here I am, here I'll stay
I call you on the phone, we make conversations,
so much never gets said
We talk about work, we talk about the weather,
we always think our love is red
But when I get home, I can always find something I really,
really, really must do
Instead of trying all the ways, I could be better,
better at loving you
I'm the wages of the world
A farmer's very be st to me,
to me, it's a miracle
Just how I get, day to day,
here I am, here I'll stay
Tell me all the ways that I could be better,
better at loving you
Hey
Mr.
Man, sometimes I forget the
little things I ought to do
I've got a heart full of soul
and a half full of nonsense
I never know what's gonna win through
So tell me always, I could be better,
better at loving you
Better at loving, better at loving,
better at loving you
you