John Wayne in a Prom Dress
My momma's Christmas letter still puts War and Peace to shame
The mayor blew the town surplus on a statue of John Wayne
Someone put it in a prom dress at the protest there last June
And me, I'm still trying to write a song about you
My upstairs neighbor's lights stay on all night when her husband's gone
My high school bully found Jesus, now she bullies everyone
The pawn shop parking lot fills quicker every afternoon
And me, I'm still trying to write a song about you
Day by day by day I say I'm fine
But every word I write
About you withers on the vine
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the strength to try again tonight
What if it takes the rest
Of what I have left
And I never get
A real reason why
The sanctuary siding held on one more winter storm
Tithings tanked since funerals became the main export
I guess no one told the pastor he guards an empty tomb
And no one knows I still can't write a song about you
Day by day by day I say I'm fine
But every word I write
About you withers on the vine
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the strength to try again tonight
What if it takes the worst
To find the words
And it takes what's left
Of my happiness
And I still never get
A real, honest, reason why
The dive bar Kierkegaard will solve your problems for a pint
But I don't have the courage or the coin to tell him mine
You taught me the difference 'tween the cost and the price
Now here I am still trying to write a song about
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
The mayor blew the town surplus on a statue of John Wayne
Someone put it in a prom dress at the protest there last June
And me, I'm still trying to write a song about you
My upstairs neighbor's lights stay on all night when her husband's gone
My high school bully found Jesus, now she bullies everyone
The pawn shop parking lot fills quicker every afternoon
And me, I'm still trying to write a song about you
Day by day by day I say I'm fine
But every word I write
About you withers on the vine
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the strength to try again tonight
What if it takes the rest
Of what I have left
And I never get
A real reason why
The sanctuary siding held on one more winter storm
Tithings tanked since funerals became the main export
I guess no one told the pastor he guards an empty tomb
And no one knows I still can't write a song about you
Day by day by day I say I'm fine
But every word I write
About you withers on the vine
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the strength to try again tonight
What if it takes the worst
To find the words
And it takes what's left
Of my happiness
And I still never get
A real, honest, reason why
The dive bar Kierkegaard will solve your problems for a pint
But I don't have the courage or the coin to tell him mine
You taught me the difference 'tween the cost and the price
Now here I am still trying to write a song about
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
Why why why why why
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Writer(s): Eryn Busch
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