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 the 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 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 the 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 the 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 Yeah, 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 you Ooh yeah