That's That

There’s a quarter moon that’s
Laying up on the ridge
And she’s making up her mind
To rise or to set
There’s a lot of water flowing
Under this bridge
There’s a voice inside me saying
Get your feet wet

‘Cause That’s That
I can scream, I can shout
I can cry my eyes out
But he’s not coming back
That’s That
I can hope, I can pray
But he’s still gone away
And he’s not coming back, and
That’s That

There’s a weeping willow
On the outskirts of town
Where I took a pocket-knife
And carved out our names
In the morning I am gonna
Cut that tree down
Gonna build a fire and
Watch us go up in flames, ‘cause

That’s That
I can scream, I can shout
I can tear my hair out
But he’s not coming back
That’s That
I can hope, I can pray
But he’s still gone away
And he’s not coming back
That’s That

Ooh, there’s a lonesome whisper
In the wind
Oh, don’t you hate to see
A season end
But then…

That’s That
I can scream, I can shout
I can cry my eyes out
But he’s not coming back
That’s That
I can hope, I can pray
But he’s still gone away
And he’s not coming back

That’s That
That’s That
Ooh, That’s That
That’s That
That’s That
Ooh, That’s That