Still Writing Songs About You

The Sun going down on a little beach town out west

A wide open highway a window seat on a jet

The sound of a train pulling out of the station

A man like me should find inspiration in anything

But here I am in this hotel room

Still writing songs about

You on a sunny Santa Monica freeway

You on a bed and a mini bar three day

Haze with your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning

I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women

Woke up in places that we've never been in

Spending all night and all day trying to sing something new

But it's no use

I'm still writing songs about you

A pawn shop in Dallas cut me a deal on a six string

It doesn't know how you look how you laugh how you kiss me

Well I'm on the edge of the bed and it's way past two

I'm stuck on a line cause I know what rhymes with blue

You on a sunny Santa Monica freeway

You on a bed and a mini bar three day

Haze with your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning

I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women

Woke up in places that we've never been in

Spending all night and all day trying to say something new

But I'm still writing songs about you

If you ever wake up and wonder what I'm up to

Baby I'm right here

Still writing songs about

You on a sunny Santa Monica Freeway

You on a bed and a mini bar three day

Haze with your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning

I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women

Woke up in places that we've never been in

Spending all night and all day trying to say something new

But it's no use

I'm still writing songs about you

Still writing songs about

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