I can't be bothered to miss you anymore. Month twelve, day thirty-one and hour twenty-four. I used to think if missed hard enough you'd come back for sure.
It's hard staying sober when you ain't staying over. It's easy getting messed up on the truth. It's hard standing here watching tail lights disappear.
I ain't the kind you take home to mama. I ain't the kind to wear no ring. Somehow I always get stronger. When I'm on my second drink. . Even though I hate to admit it.
I've seen the south of France. I've seen the sunset dance. Over Sunset Avenue. I've seen the Rolling Stones. Got real high on Rock n Roll. Seen a lot of dreams come true.
God knows I tried everything I could. To stay inside tonight. But that boy's like a sore in your mouth. That you just have to fight. Hand number one is shakin' hands.
County Road 233 under my feet. Nothin' on this white rock but a little ol' me. I got two miles 'til he makes bail. And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell.
Greyhound Bound for Nowhere. Rain on the window makes me lonely. And time keeps on passing so slowly. The old man sitting next to me is falling asleep.
Imagine a fighter with a centerfold face. Comes from a long line of blue collars and lace. With a grip like reins to a steed. And kisses for days. And imagine a winner holding pink champagne.
It's been your 20s feeling that u're walking on the ceiling. and you party like you're 8 feet tal. You say work is for the birds. Chasing dreams and mini skirts.
Oh baby, I'm getting ready. I'm getting ready to let you go. My hands are shakin', my heart's unsteady. Oh, how I once loved you so. . I know all the magic's gone.
You don't need a girl like me. I've got bruises you can't see. And when the lights go out. I won't be around. You don't need a girl like me. . You can't have a heart like mine.
I've been missing all the vital signs. That I needed for love to work. Engine of a heart that would not start. had to jump it so much, it hurt. Everytime I looked under the hood.
They say life is so much sweeter. Through the telephoto lens of fame. Around here you get just as much attention. Cheerin' at the high school football game.
You've got the bullets. I've got the gun.. I've got a hankering for getting into something. . I hit the bottle, you hit the gas,. I heard your 65 can really haul some ass..
There he goes, gone again. Same old story's gotta come to an end. Lovin' him was a one way street. But I'm gettin' off where the crossroads meet. . A quarter moon in a ten cent town.
The weatherman says rain today. We'll saddle up and be on our way. What's a little rain to a high ridin' rebel or two. 'Cause it's easy living, easy loving you.
Down is where I'm goin'. Pain is what I'm showin'. Love's what I'm takin'. Hearts are what I'm breakin'. . There's a strong man, lives up in Jackson Hole.
Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler. Good hundred miles between me and Missoula. That vinyl top wasn't gettin' no cooler. I stopped at a Quickie Sack.
I've been gone for so long. it feels so good just to get back home. back to all my friends and all the faces I like to see. . and like a rainbow in the sky.
Dear diamond, pretty and new. Perfectly flawless, too good to be true. Dear diamond, you shine like the sun. Wrap around my finger just like he does. .