Real Place - American Authors

Lyrics by：Zachary Barnett/James Adam Shelley/Matt Sanchez/David Rublin/Cason Cooley/Trent Dabbs

Composed by：Zachary Barnett/James Adam Shelley/Matt Sanchez/David Rublin/Cason Cooley/Trent Dabbs

Produced by：Cason Cooley

I told you that I'd call

I got caught up with some people that never got to know me at all

Guess I was wrong

Is it all my fault

For thinking that my reason for living was a reason at all

Maybe you're better off

Oh I got something that I need to say out loud oh

Oh I'll be coming back now just to talk it out

From a real place I just wanna know the truth

From a real place tell me how to get to you to you

Turns out I was lost

I was busy with a lover god knows I never loved her at all

I needed somewhere to fall

This is where I belong

Standing right in front of you waiting for the past to move oh

I'll give it all that I got

Oh I got something that I need to say out loud to say out loud

Oh I'll be coming back now just to talk it out to talk it out

From a real place I just wanna know the truth

From a real place tell me how to get to you to you

I remember late nights driving in the taxi back seat

Black leather jackets in a back streets asking

Take me back take me back

I remember staying up high we were chasing making

All the wrong moves in right places saying

Take me back take me back

To a real place I just wanna know the truth

From a real place tell me how to get to you to you

Place

Real

Place

Real