I write lyrics, country mostly. I sometimes venture out into other genres.
I am always seeking collaboration for my lyrics.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Busted headed for the highway,
By those red and blues,
Got a didn't click-it ticket,
Something I forgot to do..
Verse 2
I got no money in my pocket,
Just a pocket of bad news,
You called to say you're leaving,
You called and said we're through..
Chorus
I can't have this conversation..
On the phone,
The tank is nearly empty,
But I need to make it home..
I've got to make it to the station..
The one that takes my gas card,
As I sit here busted waiting,
My mind's home where you are..
Verse 3
You called to say you're packing..
Taking away my life,
I didn't cash my paycheck,
I couldn't take the time..
Bridge
When you called you floored me,
Now I'm detained by red and blue,
Caught before he could give me two..
Before I floored it back home, to talk to you..
Chorus
I can't have this conversation..
On the phone,
The tank is nearly empty,
But I need to make it home..
I've got to make it to the station..
the one that takes my gas card,
As I sit here busted waiting,
My mind's home where you are..
