Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

Walking in the wind You will find me And you will find me In places that we've never been For reasons we don't understand Awh, goodbyes are bittersweet But it's not the end I'll see your face again A week ago you said to me