Real Life

Last night I packed up all my clothing

Picked up the whole thing yesterday

I tried to make it on my own here

It gets a little lonely way down here

But my father told me

Son stand up tall the world is too crowded to live without love

And that's when she walked right through my front door

Like some kind of magic and she's got me asking

Is this really real life

Is this really real life

Is this really real life

Last night I wrote my own confession

Counted up my blessings from today

You got anything to slow my beat at night

It's just a little hard to believe you're here

And my father told me

Son stand up tall the world is too crowded to live without love

And that's when she walked right through my front door

Like some kind of magic and she's got me asking

Is this really real life

Is this really real life

Is it coming from nowhere

I'm worn out at night things