This is how I play "We Tell Ourselves" by Clint Black. (No flames please if I get some words incorrect or mispelled). I ought to know the look in anothers eyes When theres something on thier minds I think I saw that look in a lovers eyes They were lookin me in mine Like we both had found the one want and found the one we wanted, just quit trying So we tell ourselves, that what we found Is what we meant to find Thats what we tell ourselves, you won't believe the things The heart would tell the mind Somehow we sell ourselves on love I just don't think I'll, believe my heart this time I ought to know the language well I've heard me tell myself these things before I've finally made my mind up My heart tells me to look for something more To turn the knot, to wind up one Was she the one, well you can never be sure