This ain't about the things I've done. Where I've been or what I won. Stand on your corner a thousand time. Lose what I got keep what I find. It's about you.
Sweet dreams from Texaco. And I know your mind is on its way to Mexico. Sweet Jesus is on his way. To take you on his way down. . You get your fill of what you like.
Texas are you my friend, you live so close to the end. Texas are you my friend, cause I'm afraid of you. Hey Maine hey, you're a little too high for me.
I can hear you downstairs crying on the phone. Telling someone that I'm here but you still feel all alone. Maybe we were too young, goodbye, I've gotta go.