I wrote a song at 2 in the morning.
Farming in the city...
early in the morning
get this man some coffee
what the hell you doin
I don't feel like talking
spend the next few hours wondering why I even got dressed
look at all these stains, damn this place is always such a mess.
working with my shoes tied,
never ever moving
seeing people come and go
wonder where theyre heading
so many places in this world that I'd rather be
laughing at how it seems the good lord's got it in for me.
boy you best be careful what you say
sometimes you just need to wake up another day
met this girl on friday
wonder if she saw me
would she still remember
I don't know if I would
shots just seemed to disappear before our eyes
oh sweet angel I would love to lay with you by my side.
Think her name was stacy
man she sure was crazy
least what I remember
it's all a little hazy.
Stumble around in the dark just to find my shirt.
Realize already no no this would never work
boy you best be careful what you say
sometimes you find love in the strangest place
well if I get my shit together stop waistin my time
maybe Ill write a letter note.
And we could spend a sober evening
asking about our lives
and where we both intend to go.
yeah we'd be farming in the city digging dirt from our past,
seeing what could possibly grow
from a place like this
Sometimes all you need is to kiss.
early in the morning
get this man some coffee
what the hell you doin
I don't feel like talking
spend the next few hours wondering why I even got dressed
look at all these stains, damn this place is always such a mess.
working with my shoes tied,
never ever moving
seeing people come and go
wonder where theyre heading
so many places in this world that I'd rather be
laughing at how it seems the good lord's got it in for me.
boy you best be careful what you say
sometimes you just need to wake up another day
met this girl on friday
wonder if she saw me
would she still remember
I don't know if I would
shots just seemed to disappear before our eyes
oh sweet angel I would love to lay with you by my side.
Think her name was stacy
man she sure was crazy
least what I remember
it's all a little hazy.
Stumble around in the dark just to find my shirt.
Realize already no no this would never work
boy you best be careful what you say
sometimes you find love in the strangest place
well if I get my shit together stop waistin my time
maybe Ill write a letter note.
And we could spend a sober evening
asking about our lives
and where we both intend to go.
yeah we'd be farming in the city digging dirt from our past,
seeing what could possibly grow
from a place like this
Sometimes all you need is to kiss.