They say in this town, stars stay up all night Well, I don?t know, can?t see ?em for the glow of the neon lights An' it's a long way from here to the
Absolutely no one who knows me better No one that can make me feel so good How did we stay so long together? Everybody, everybody said we never would
Missed my alarm clock ringing Woke up, telephone screaming Boss man singing his same old song Rolled in late about an hour No cup of coffee, no shower
I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call It's just another call from home And
A Salvation Army band played And the children drank lemonade And the morning lasted all day, all day And through an open window came Like Sinatra in
I don't want to get up baby, let's turn off the phone I don't want to go to work today or even put my makeup on I got better things to do than my to do
My mama mapped out the road that she knows Which hands you shake and which hands you hold In my hand-me-down Mercury, ready to roll She knew that I had
I miss the sound of your voice I miss the rush of your skin I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in If I could walk on water
What if I said yes? What if I'd gone out that night? What if you turned left Everything would've turned out alright? What if I spoke up? What if I took
Is it the face of a child? Is it the thrill of danger? Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger? Is it more than faith? Is it more than hope
My heart's grown cold, there's not much left My blood won't turn and I can see my breathe She walks above the angels room Catch the snow, feels like winter
We said goodbye, tried her hand at magic We couldn't make us disappear Not a day goes by I don't wish I had you So in a way I'm glad you're still here
Radiator says 95 But I ain't felt a drop of heat all night Here in this motel There's no tellin' me nothin' I come here five nights a week To clean the
Gotta get a handle on the situation (Operation working vacation) Soul solution for my frustrations (Operation working vacation) So I made myself a little
One more Well, I heard Steve Earle had lots of wives About as many as cats have lives Met 'em on his records and we're good friends He writes a song
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt Hands of a fortune teller's son Young love shakin' the earth Like a heart shot out of a gun Lips like gravity pull
Today is my birthday And all that I want is to dig through this Big box of pictures in my kitchen Till the daylights gone This one here is my momma With
When the weight of the world bears down so strong You leave footprints on the street And there's too many miles to face Without a few more hours sleep
