Traffic crawls, cell phone calls, talk video screams at me. Through my tinted window I see a little girl, rust red minivan. She's got chocolate on her face, got little hands.
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey. I wanna smoke that cigarette. I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath. I wanna ride 'cross West Virginia. In the back seat of a Cadillac.
I'm on a white line runnin' down the interstate.. Tryin' to wipe away the rain that's runnin' down my face.. Goin' any old ware, any old place, just some place else..
I remember the windows rolled down. And the wind in my hair. Driving round in your daddy's old chevy. Like we were goin' some where. We thought that summer.
Better take a good look before I disappear. Because I'm just about to be your used-to-be. You might catch a glimpse of my taillights in the dust. And if you notice something missin', well it's me.
Here I am all worn down to the muscle the bone. Done all I can. Seems like everything I do turns into don't. Still I stand still I try. And I know I'm gonna get it wrong it's alright.
If you're tellin' me I'm not on fire. You're just preachin' to the choir. I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin'. Last night I watched the evening news.
It's good to hear your voice after all this time. I've been told I'm hard to find. It's raining here but I'm keeping dry. And for me that's doing good.
I was leanin' on the bar with a glass half empty. Washin' off the dust when she brushed up against me. She was soft and pretty everything that I'm not.
Im on a white line runnin down the interstate.. Tryin to wipe away the rain thats runnin down my face.. Goin any old ware, any old place, just some place else..
She didn't see me see her cryin'. As she sat there by the window. On a southbound Greyhound leavin' town. The hardest thing I've ever done. Was to walk away and let that woman go.
It's good to hear your voice after all this time. I've been told that I'm hard to find. It's rainin' here but I'm keepin' dry. For me that's doing good.
It's good to hear your voice after all this time. I've been told I'm hard to find. It's raining here but I'm keeping dry. And for me that's doing good.
I was comin' off of a heartache. Addin' up all my mistake you know how it is. An' I was beatin' up myself up real good. Over all those shoulda coulds but never dids.