Where Am I Gonna Sleep In Texas?
As i travel through the bayou
And the dollar stores with armed gaurds
I feel as though I'm forgetting
Something like a loved one's birthday
Then my stomach let's out a grumble
That muffin didn't fill me up at all
But the bus stop doesn't have a kitchen
No the bus stop doesn't have a kitchen
I've got a savior complex
That's become a lifelong project
I've tried to save my lovers
And I've tried to save my scene
And as the ground rolls out
And the sky gets big
I notice little questions I ignored
Where am i gonna sleep in Texas
And I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
Yeah I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
I'm standing on the Oregon coast
Amongst the piles of starfish and whale bones
I was whispering to a ghost
And i was climbing rocks
Free from the constraints of sound and logic
I was was humming a dirge
Drowned out by the waves yelling
I remember you
I'm here in the banana belt
And you've gone somewhere else
Yeah I'm standing on the Oregon coast
Pensively whispering to your ghost
And as the waves roll in
And the sun beats down
I notice little questions I ignored
Where am I gonna sleep in Texas
And I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
Yeah I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
And the dollar stores with armed gaurds
I feel as though I'm forgetting
Something like a loved one's birthday
Then my stomach let's out a grumble
That muffin didn't fill me up at all
But the bus stop doesn't have a kitchen
No the bus stop doesn't have a kitchen
I've got a savior complex
That's become a lifelong project
I've tried to save my lovers
And I've tried to save my scene
And as the ground rolls out
And the sky gets big
I notice little questions I ignored
Where am i gonna sleep in Texas
And I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
Yeah I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
I'm standing on the Oregon coast
Amongst the piles of starfish and whale bones
I was whispering to a ghost
And i was climbing rocks
Free from the constraints of sound and logic
I was was humming a dirge
Drowned out by the waves yelling
I remember you
I'm here in the banana belt
And you've gone somewhere else
Yeah I'm standing on the Oregon coast
Pensively whispering to your ghost
And as the waves roll in
And the sun beats down
I notice little questions I ignored
Where am I gonna sleep in Texas
And I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
Yeah I left my friends behind
So who's gonna cut my hair
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Mack Collector, William James Mack
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