Just a Bit Like Me

It's six o'clock in the morning

The sun was ready to rise

She spies the sun in his eyes

And as she closes his lunchbox

She stays at home with the baby

Somewhere her sister is singing

She's got a dream in her heart

A night is ready to start

One's choosin', one's cruisin'

While songs are sung her dream's begun

Down the highway of their dreams

To live through her voice, she made a choice

And she thinks of what it means

But neither one is free

It's three o'clock in the morning

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?

I got an ache in my head Tomorrow, we'll go to Texas

Then sleep alone in my bed

I throw my clothes in the corner

I hear it's sunny back home I know that I gotta roam

One's choosin', one's cruisin'

There ain't no use in pretending

Down the highway of their dreams

While songs are sung her dream's begun

And she thinks of what it means

To live through her voice, she made a choice

But neither one is free

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?

She puts her cans in the pantry

I read my name in the news

I feel there's no time to lose

She spends her days sewing curtains

Well it's a long way to Nashville

But then the garden is dry If we could do it all over

Would we still be satisfied? One's choosin', one's cruisin'

While songs are sung her dream's begun

Down the highway of their dreams

And she thinks of what it means

To live through her voice, she made a choice

But neither one is free

Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?