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.
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.
Sleepless nights and endless days. And all I do is promise to change my ways. Leave the lights on, you know I'll pretend you're on your way. You used to say that there's a time we all deserve to lose our minds.
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.