| Well everything’s bigger in Texas
|
| That’s what they said from the start
|
| Ever since I got to Texas
|
| Everything’s fallin' apart
|
| The boys, they’re runnin' on empty
|
| My pockets, they’re doin' the same
|
| That second-hand bar in Arkansas
|
| Is the only thing I can blame
|
| I don’t know what I can say
|
| Or what else I can know
|
| The closer I get to the city
|
| The further I get from you
|
| (I get from you)
|
| These barstools are where I spend most of my nights
|
| With ghosts of dead cigarettes
|
| These beautiful girls with their strings of pearls
|
| Are no good to help me forget
|
| Back home, I got a lover
|
| A lover that’s too good for me
|
| These late-night calls from the bathroom stalls
|
| I don’t know what I can say
|
| Or what else I can know
|
| The closer I get to the city
|
| The further I get from you
|
| (I get from you) |