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 and sun Santa Monica freeway (Fix)
You on my bed and a mini bar three day
Wind in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Broke 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 end of the bed and it's way past two
I'm stuck on a line cause I know what rhymes with you
You and sun Santa Monica freeway (Fix)
You on my bed and a mini bar three day
Haze in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Broke 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
If you ever wake up and wonder what I'm up to
Baby I'm right here
Still writing songs about
You and sun Santa Monica Freeway (Fix)
You on my bed and a mini bar three day
Haze in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Broke 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
Oh yeah
