She's city nights and broadway marquis signs
And I'm just one red light down past the old cafe
Her world spins fast concrete steel in glass
And mine moves more like molasses on a winters day
So how could we love so good and live so differently
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
Maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
She makes me laugh a martini in her hand
As she's trying to imitate my southern draw
Lookin' to cute in my old ball cap
But that woman is no cowgirl at all
Sometimes it makes me wonder what she see's in me
Yes it does
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
Maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
Maybe I shouldn't question why
Just catch a red eye flight
She likes the view from the penthouse suite
She likes the sound of those city streets
At two AM when I've got satin pillows pulled over my head
And I like taking the long way home
Getting lost down dusty backwood roads
But I can't blame her for not caring where they might lead
Maybe she's too New York
And maybe I'm too Tennessee
I guess we'll have to wait and see baby.

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