Every week that passes in this hazy town
Is another week that you ain't comin' round
All the pretty girls I pass by on the street
Seem to blend in with the grey of the concrete
I've been savin' up to catch a plane back east
Just to see you for a couple days at least
I've been learnin' how to keep my whiskey down
Just to save the change from buying my last round
In the morning when I wake
My hands shake
I lay back and shut my eyes
And wish the world wasn't this size
Ever since we parted ways, my notes are flat
I can't write a decent melody at that
All my major chords keep drifting into blue
Tell me what's a country singer supposed to do
Stephanie, you'll be the death of me.

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