The Sun going down on a little beach town out west A wide open highway a window seat on a jet The sound of a train pulling out of the station A man like me should find inspiration in anything But here I am in this hotel room Still writing songs about You and sun Santa Monica freeway (Fix) You on my bed and a mini bar three day Wind in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning 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 you A pawn shop in Dallas cut me a deal on a six string It doesn't know how you look how you laugh how you kiss me Well I'm on the end of the bed and it's way past two I'm stuck on a line cause I know what rhymes with you You and sun Santa Monica freeway (Fix) You on my bed and a mini bar three day Haze in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning 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 you If you ever wake up and wonder what I'm up to Baby I'm right here Still writing songs about You and sun Santa Monica Freeway (Fix) You on my bed and a mini bar three day Haze in your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning 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 you Still writing songs about Oh yeah