(Tammy Rogers/Dean Miller) Throwin' pictures out the window Scattered by the way the wind blows Bye bye baby that's the last I'll see of you Shoebox
(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters) Don't tell me the reason that you're calling Is to see if I'm all right since you've been gone 'Cause I know
(Rick Bowles/Terri Clark/ Chris Waters) I've been looking at you looking me Bet you're thinking that want you get Is what you see But underneath this
(Tim Nichols/Connie Harrington/Kelley Lovelace) So she can't go out tonight again: Her sister's sick, she's gotta baby-sit. Yeah, that sounds like a
(Bob Regan/Karen Staley) You call and wake me up, the way you always do Say you miss me and you're sorry, deja vu You push the button in the heart you
(Kelly Lovelace/Lee Thomas Miller) Last night we went to bed not talkin', 'Cause we'd already said too muh. I faced the wall, you faced the window.
(Tim Nichols/Rick Giles/Gilles Godard) I'm sitting in traffic For the 5th year in a row Wasting my time Just to get Where I don't even wanna go I started
(Terri Clark) You were standin' at my front door When I came home tonight And I could tell by the look you gave me You were needin' my advice You say
(Terri Clark/Mary Chapin Carpenter) I want a road stretching out before me I want a radio in my ear I want a full tank of absolution No fear I want
(J.D. Martin/Paul Begaud/Vanessa Corish) How can I believe That my heart would find someone like you You see me, the real me No in bewteens, I had nowhere
Hood up, bent over that carbeurator I skinned my knuckle, damn that hurt Got a six pack chillin on ice for later And grease all over my white t-shirt
(Warren Zevon) Well, I lay my head on the railroad track Waitin' on the "double e" But the train don't run through here no more Poor, poor pitiful me
(Tom Shapiro/Terri Clark/Chris Waters) First, it's baseball, arcades in the mall Skipping out of study hall to hang with the guys Then, it's fast cars
(Terri Clark/Chris Waters/Tom Shapiro) Should've known it was you Knocking on my door At a half past a heartache, quarter to four Were you starting
