And I fly solo I had a dream that the whole world was staring at me And your gonna tell all the people about the fun you used to have It hurts when it don't last So I'm a spread my wings and head for the sky I woke up and wasn't no one there, Wasn't no

In Cabo, Cabo San Lucas Girl the last time you saw me I wasn't this cool And I'm hangin' out in Mexico down by the pool If I send you a ticket would you fly in? I'd sure like to see you we could hook up again I know it sounds crazy, but I bought a guitar

It's a lonely road, full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait 'til then I heard you're on the big train And oh this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place I

I don't want to die If you hear My last breath My love wasn't true Now all I have is you

Seems like a touch, a touch too much A touch too much It wasn't the first It wasn't the last Too much for my body, too much for my brain This damn woman's gonna drive me insane It was one of those nights When you turned out the lights And everything

Uh, you already had it, babe Just used my last one percent to text you, that shit wasn't worth it Funny how when I don't care, these feelings all resurface 2016 was catastrophic, I deserved it Just thankful that it's over I would wish you the best but

One, two, three Deep down inside two, three, one I tried so hard just to get through to you But your head's so far From the realness of truth Was it just a come on in the dark Wasn't meant to last long

I ain't living with the ghost No future living in the past Tomorrow wasn't built to last How can I scream, I'm scared to breathe I wrote each word, you gave the toast But we were fire and gasoline Marry me to the blue sky Bury me in that long last drop

Then just walk away But we had yesterday If I've got to be strong Don't you know I need to have tonight when you're gone? Touch me in the morning We don't have tomorrow Wasn't it me who said that Nothing good's gonna last forever?

I remember something Down along the creek Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening at is now is not the time, ooh