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.