Mat Kearney Heartbreak Dreamer song lyrics

La la ...

I was turning nineteen, on a cold December night

Burning like kerosine for nearly half of my life

And I barely had the GPA to make it out of Eugene

You can blame it on me with a ADHD while I'm falling asleep during the SAT's

And as I pack my bags and headed to a foreign land

One way ticket on a one way plan

Laying my head down to home each night

The same devil's calling and that same old fight

Cuz this one's for middle sons living in the middle love

Where they coming from and a halfway rush of blood

This ones for those first prayers to heaven on a road that seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for the light

Looking for just one reason to get through the night

Every long lost believer caught in the fight

All the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright

Everybody sing

La la...

And I was turning twenty five in a city that don't sleep

Was feeling only half alive to the dreams that I keep

And I kept on waiting only she's waiting for me

You burning down Main on a quarter tank of pain with soles off your feet

And you've been waiting and praying for the right one to come

Watch the rise and the fallin' of another setting sun

Nobody seems quite good enough for you except the wrong ones you keep running back to

So this one's for Mike still waiting for his wife

This one's for grandma losing the love of her life

This one's for those first prayers to heaven on a road that seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for the light

Looking for just one reason to get through the night

Every long lost believer caught in the fight

All the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright

Everybody sing

La la...

And this one right here ah, this is for the fat girls

This one is a... is for the little brothers

This is for the schoolyard wimps, for the childhood bullies who tormented them

To the former prom queen and to the milk crate ball players

For the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired elderly walmart store front door greeters

Shake the dust

This is for the benches and the people sitting upon

For the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns

To the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the nighttime schoolers and for the midnight bike riders trying to fly

Shake the dust

This is for the two year olds who cannot be understood because they speak half english and half God

Shake the dust

For the boys with the beautiful beautiful sisters

Shake the dust

For the girls with those brothers who are going crazy

Those gym class wallflowers and the twelve year old afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who is always late to class cause he forgets the combination to his locker

For the girl who loves somebody else

Shake the dust

This is for the hard men who want love, but know that it won't come

For the ones amendments do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak only when you are spoken to

And then they are never spoken to

Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself

Do not let one moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats a hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough gallons of blood to make every one of you oceans