hard telling
I’m counting on you
One push and it’s due to break through
Play out like you knew
It was all gonna do
Keep calling my name
Tell me it ain’t all for the fame
Sideways you can claim
That you’re playing the game
CHORUS
Hard telling, not knowing
Hard working when the seams aren’t showing
Some secrets, gonna keep it all to yourself
Come crawling, everybody’s
Come calling with the engine running
It’s hard telling, not knowing
Tom Ford or tattoos
Backwoods or the blues, you can choose
Still far from the truth
But close enough to confuse
Top shelf or the well
Turns out it’s the same if it sells
Down halfway to hell
It’s never easy to tell