Your boots are there by the welcome mat
Your fingerprints on your whiskey glass
You’re lying here with me next to you
That your heart might as well be in Timbuktu
There’s a smile of yours in a picture frame
That I wish I could bring back to your face
There’s not a of me ain’t here you
your heart might as well be in Timbuktu
are you the you’re through?
There’s I wouldn’t do to you
Timbuktu
Timbuktu
your truck, it’s outside
So there we to on a Sunday drive
But your winding roads left me in the rearview
Yeah, your heart might as well be in Timbuktu
are you the you’re through?
There’s I wouldn’t do to you
Timbuktu
I would reach you, pull you the dark
these arms of could only stretch as far
Timbuktu
There’s I wouldn’t do to you
are you the you’re through?
There’s I wouldn’t do to you
Timbuktu
Timbuktu
