Pacing The Floor

The pills that I took tonight

Won’t let me sleep.

I’m pacing the floor

With sweet dreams of you.

I spend most of my time

Hanging on a bar,

Running ‘gainst my hard blues

And losing the race.

When I get to the finish

I’m right back at the start,

Trying to chase another

Sad memory away.

I went to the city,

Felt like playing the star,

Feeding the fires

Of the honkey-tonk queens.

But dealing in the flesh scene

Won’t get you very far,

A man needs a woman

If you know what I mean.

Chorus : Lonesome moon in a crystal black sky,

The bottle’s been dry for a while.

I done walked through the soles

Of my new cowboy boots,

Pacing the floor with

Sweet dreams of you.

A guitar picker

Leads a serious life,

Trying to find the love light

To put in his song.

Trying to find the one lick

That’s gonna make it alright.

Struggling with the right words

That all come out wrong