This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to. But I gave up my home to see you satisfied. And I just called to let you know where I'll be living.
In the pale neon light of a Saturday night. You'll see him walk up to the bar. He'll size up the ladies, the 'no's" and the "maybe's". Till he finds one who'll let down her guard.
I overheard a conversation. Down at the diner tonight. A boy told a girl she was his whole world. And He'd love her till the end of time. . It reminded me of you, and the thought went through my head.
I've got an ice-cold cup of coffee. And a paper I havn't read. A canyon in my heart. And a hammer in my head. And a waitress with an empty stare. That looks right through me.
(tom shapiro/terri clark/chris waters). Somebody's restless. she feels second best. and the girl across town. is thinking about a permanent change. and the lady living next door.
She packed my lunch up in a box for my first day of school. I said I wish you could go with me today. She said you're gonna be alright just like I promised you.
How many times a pop star. Can go under the knife. Seems to be the conversation makin rounds tonight. And standing at the bar two friends are lookin for a fight.
He said goodbye from the edge of the porch. like she'd been some casual friend. he said "your better off with out me. i'm not what you need". like her momma had said about him.
(Written by Warren Zevon). . Well, I lay my head on the railroad track. Waitin' on the "double e". But the train don't run through here no more. Poor, poor pitiful me!.
(Tom Shapiro/Steve Bogard). . I got a headache from the work day. And a heartache from last night. Anything that could've lately did not go right. They say time is the ticket.
She don't dream of spring in Paris. Or jettin' off to Singapore. She just needs a quarter tank. To get her to the grocery store. . She don't buy filet mignon.
(Written by Terri Clark, Gilles Godard & Tim Nichols). . Hood up, bent over that carborator. I skinned my knuckle. Damn that hurt. Got a 6 pack chillin' on ice for later.
(Written by J.D. Martin, Paul Begaud & Vanessa Corish). . How can I believe. That my heart would find someone like you. You see me, the real me. No in bewteens, I had nowhere to hide.
(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters). . For two weeks I ain't heard the phone ring. Just a warning bell. My friends tell me they know things. I should know as well.
Winters are gray in Tennessee. That don? t usually get to me. But here lately I? ve been missin? the sun. . So I caught a plane to cousin Lille. Thought a, weekend in that salty air.
I woke up at three a.m.. And stumbled in the dark. I don't sleep much anyway. Since we've been apart. But that's just one of many things. I've adjusted to so well.
(Dave Berg/Sunny Russ/Deana Bryant). . I'm sittin' in this cafe,. People talkin' so loud I can't hear myself think.. That's not a bad thing.. The coffee keeps on coming,.
Grew up driving on black ice. Spinning in circles under Northern Lights. Laughter steaming, small town dreaming. Digging tunnels in the deep snow. Sheltered from the shiver of a ten below.
(Written by Terri Clark & Mary Chapin Carpenter). . I want a road stretching out before me. I want a radio in my ear. I want a full tank of absolution.
I want a road stretching out before me. I want a radio in my ear. I want a full tank of absolution. No Fear. . I want a rainstorm to pull me over. Then a sky that begins to clear.