Nashville, Man

I’m pounding the pavement waiting on a stationery letter from a Nashville man

 It’s the waiting that I’m running from as fast as I can

 And when I’m breathing too hard to think, well that’s how I like it

 9 to 5 running from my thoughts before I take on the night shift

 I’m getting ready for the bad news, looking good and hoping for some good luck

 Praying for a waking hour where a package or a flower’s gonna show up

 And when the night falls baby I’ll be drinking a glass feeling lonesome

 The gentleman who bought it’s real nice but I don’t wanna hold him

 ‘Cause I’m pounding the pavement waiting on a stationery letter from a

Nashville man

 It’s the waiting that I’m running from as fast as I can

 I’m getting pictures in the mailbox, surfers, models, high-tops, and sweet

deals

 No messages, no packages, no postcards telling me how he feels

 And what could be better than the Tennessee weather and a man alone

 How ‘bout the two of us together, we can talk without a letter or a telephone

 I’m pounding the pavement waiting on a stationery letter from a Nashville man

 It’s the waiting that I’m running from as fast as I can

 I’m pounding the pavement waiting on a stationery letter from a Nashville man

 It’s the waiting that I’m running from as fast as I can

 I’m pounding the pavement waiting on a stationery letter from a Nashville man

 And I’m losing all hope in the US post and my Nashville man

 I’m losing all hope and I’ve waited as long as I can