Two Weeks In Nashville

{Verse 1} They say we ain't got the sounds We ain't got the style to go the rounds I

{Verse 1} I woke up in New York City I know a girl with the name, Naomi Kinda looks like the one

{Verse 1} Woke up this morning to a paparazzi hurricane I get turned on, but I won’t do that again

{Verse 1} I’ve spun where you spin But I wouldn’t give in I’ve been where you are Didn’t

{Verse 1} Drifting in and out Of past lives Learn to live without No doubt Don’t

{Verse 1} The last thing I heard was that we’re coming home Here we go, there you go Broad stripes,

{Verse 1} Cats eyes, white lines Dark skies, tired mind Won’t stop me getting where I need to go

{Verse 1} It can’t be doing me any good To be talking to myself like this But when no one else will

{Verse 1} First in line Last one home In the crowd All alone Second best